Daring

exists because once

I had thought life could not be worse.

“!”

Strewn crutches in emails so I seem nicer,

smaller — begging to be heard at all cost.

I Am Love

How much I’ve accepted as my lot,

long dragged in the I-Do’s, I don’t even realize.

I Am Ashes

To live is to be socialized, burnt white,

the remainder of my skin rises in rancor.

Teresa, a Mother I Never Needed

For Jen Yu

I didn’t have a child cause I knew I was a cunt—

You didn’t cause you couldn’t stand being called one too.

To Love is To Pine

For the Anthonies

Please leave in the morning

so I can fill the rest of you in

Under All The News

A careless gust, I fear, will blow me away,

but look, my feet, still desperately on the ground.

Can We Talk?

He’d be nicer

if he’d been raped.

He Who Unconditionally Loves

Loves animals because none of them

can talk back.

The Perfectly Made Bed

I don’t want to mess it up—

It looks so good with neither of us in it..

My Black Hair Is a Peasant Crown

Was given by my mother—they grow like weeds,

like, if you cut us, we’ll grow the fuck back up.

Match.com Profile

I am too sad to be happy on my own

I am too happy to be sad with someone else

Atheist

I love you knowing we won’t meet again—

cleansed of pasts and faults—I love sans god.

My Tangible Life With The Editorial You

I let you think that this is about you

just like the time I said I do

Using Zombies as a Metaphor

The child who thought he’d live forever

and the man whose memories won’t die

Love Note: Dear Wife (Last I Will Have)

When love, fed up, starts packing up its suitcase,

will you bury it, bury it, bury it.

Love Note: Dear Husband (First I Had)

I had no talent for being a whore;

it’s god’s fault that I am stuck with you.

To Hang a Burnt Frame on an Empty Wall

I keep painting pictures without men.

And gone with all the bombs - the flame.

Our Lot, Woman

is to explain man—

is to explain, man.

Happy people stay in happy hotels

with happy windows shut and rails 

so high all my sighs reverb as rebukes.