the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

3.3.19-8.2.19 ∆decay>new growth offering

cherish your three kunts

around my neck two rings one

obelisk between

two uneven breasts

asymmetrical ways of

being beautiful

find my body find

unique proportion to here

now environment

know my vessel to

feel-know what i carry in

me with this body

bird symphony swirls

above each song voice sound notes

moment’s harmony

together strong peace

dance with myself to gently

recognize trauma

in my body-mind

vessel cracks falls decays dirt

and bone are healing

i was spinning since

my mother’s kunt i know

who i am. that child.

that elastic space

between attracting beings

alien to all


i have this body

to employ to transform shame

to love energy

do it for the dead

mothers look at the living

eyes cry respect life

i found the shadow

of the dead in the living

my peace offering

they called me a witch

when i spoke lived loved my truth

they burned me they punch

me gag and rape me

when i love my body they

mutilate my kunt

pain moves through every

family until one can

feel it. i arrive.

crow and echo caw

i offer my mind body.

heal the violence.

16.3.19-17.3.19 ∆two cogs of being

16.2.19-1.3.19 ∆the living