I haven’t seen my mother’s face
in a while/ too much empty in the house
/and everything is so heavy these days
/ including her head and her hands
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
In Praise of my Threaded Eyebrows
A seed that gave birth
to a legacy worth each bruised
palm from each time you lose
your grip
& fall to roots or feet,
bare feet.
The Matador
She tempts / death & leaves me, her mistress in the stands, / silk handkerchief between my teeth.
Two Poems
my mentor said once a poem can be whatever you want it to be. / so i bury the poem in the river & the body in the fire.
Two Poems
A nickname for God: The Lord Elephant. Lord mule.
Lord’s acres. Hospital Lord. Texas for God Alabama.
God’s sea of blue tarps.
Because I dare not be in awe
My chiropractor tells me, your sternum is shining, meaning that the small bones
in my chest are rotating, overlapping, and moving away from one another—
