She had the blood, too. Bathtubs filled to enameled lip and her body pouring. As a girl, I thought being a woman meant your life spilling from you like a cup of juice you kept knocking over. I was …

Even in a thousand years time/ I sit for a while// in a garden/ among tall buildings// and put my mind/ beneath the sound of water...

all of the ocean creatures/ have been ripped out/ of the pop-up book...

I will not venture out into the flats./ Not today. It's Monday. And Sunday// serves us habitual grit and contemplation...

I wanted the Crop Circles to be a hoax,/ but they were way too incredibly detailed./ For example, one Crop Circle/ depicted the Sistine Chapel...

or lied about my feelings or calculated a response & why I mean why risk dismissal of a real self when you can create a façade one easily taken down & reconstructed why let people into your real …

I fold into the cold croissant of bed./ When he leaves I flutter open like a valve./ His wardrobe, my hangers, our chest/ of drawers. Possession tossed like a rule...

I've tasted bones from the butcher's house/ and once a sun-bleached fragment of skull./ The longer I live the closer I get...

Sea-Witch held me after my formation. I cried in her arms & in her hair & went into her body through the entrance to her body, which is the ear. When I got there I met others for whom she had done …

today the sidewalk is decorated/ with seeds, leaf fragments/ and fushia starfish...

Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference between one's voice/ and one's voice// Out in the field are street, children are still learning/ from parents...

You fold your hands in an x/ to signal the gate's electronics.// Get the alcohol...

Love drags a wheel-less suitcase/ tagged Risk, some town on a lake/ in former Yugoslavia. Miami rolls,// you say with a smile, but he takes/ that as advice...

O Krishna, O flautist/ what thrill to wind another man's flute!/ To have fingers guide the air...

Some say the jaw is the strongest muscle--/ Book of World Records, Library of Congress--/ but my TMJ begs to differ...

The filing cabinets are clearly labeled:/ Wrecked Vacations, Sex Lies, Domestic Road Kill...

The land is made of organic matters and rock and we are launching drills and bits deep into the wellbores. The flowback is rich with sediments, chemicals/ burn the land...

I was a superhero | I blew into the brittle/ quills of porcupines | and the sky listened...

I can't tell you what any of my teachers taught/ me yesterday, but I remember last month's knife fight...

I'm tired of answering the phone/ at night only to have the wind/ hang up...