i never listen to warnings.

Your mom wrote this poem.

and she is something. a lesbian collection.

I was deep inside my greatest grandmother’s womb when I watched the Christian mob stone you.

I think buying the washing machine was probably the most intimate thing I've ever done with another person.

you when you're nervous, hands stirring and shaking; when you're as solemn as if your heart is breaking.

i would kill to write like you, would live to kiss like you

He always said it worked like magic.

crossing the tracks in that snarl of mud and canary island palm trees/ he held my hand and i- / well i asked him where are where are we going or- / at least i think i said a lot of words/ i am cold/ i am so slow"

from her nipples, pressed

i've been watching every clever anderson

Suck it up. Exhale.

is a lie

he paints her cheeks godforsaken silver.

The house is just too quiet. I need to get out.

mother and god