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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.


Macro photo of the red petals of a gerbera flower

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—