Monthly Archives: April 2012

It is dangerous to stray far from my own skin, world wrapped tight like bandages, smothering.  Still, I read newspapers: Stories of women scalding the devil out of children in anonymous bathrooms, bodies left torn and empty in ditches,  fields, … Continue reading →

The doll her father brought from Thailand belongs to this room, a study in patience. This doll knows how women with bound feet kept time, measured hours learning art of black widows spinning intrigue, perfecting poison. But this doll waits … Continue reading →

How did fat Swallow these hipbones? When I was 16 Skin was so close to bone The mirror Was an anatomy lesson Still, sometimes This fatwoman loves Her body–it’s not portable Or led easily, Shaped like paleolithic fantasies of deep-bellied … Continue reading →

1.  Microscopy Life unfolds silent in space small as the pupil of an eye I eavesdrop chemical language, tangled helices I cannot translate. among these threads our grandmother’s recipes; love and bread, herbs that bring life mixed with honey & … Continue reading →

you are stone by nature resistant cold testament to slow work of wind I am simpler flesh even my bones disappear.  Hands press granite, the suggestion  of a face I cannot move you. You could crush me easily. My work … Continue reading →

the year our garden gave too much we sold zucchini at the roadside my father’s farmer friend drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry as we stole his business & we two (capitalists disguised as girls) stuck out our … Continue reading →