FNA

Dim lightsTowels tucked into my collarNumb just enough to get the needle to the noduleProbe on my thyroidThe ultra sound appears on the screenThe doctor guides the needle inSix passes scraping to collect enough sampleTo not do this againThe icky gel never wipes cleanThe puncture blood tattoos under my skinI […]

Don’t Ask Me If I Love You

Don’t ask me if I love you.What is love?I know how I love my son and my sister,Unconditional, without limits.It’s my only guide to love myself.I know attraction and limerence,The unrequited care I pour,Inconsistencies and confusion received.But what is love beyond what I give?Can you take me there,Through presence and […]

A Pinecone Gave In To Gravity At 3:25 AM

A pinecone gave in to gravity at 3:25 a.m.,The wind serenades the leaves,Hip-hop affirmations grant my reprieve,A baited video claimsSomeone told you about me,But how could theyWhen I keep so much bound and buried,Because they won’t understand,Because admission is taboo,Even when they crave it, too,How brutal it isWhen limerence sings […]

The Saints Took Up Smoking

A card or a bladeTo finely mince,Separate seed and bud,Pack and roll in paper,Lick and seal,Pinch and twist the ends,Hemostats if clips are too bougie,Or raw pawBetween two fingers,Light up, drag deep, hold,Hold,Hold,Release.When we slaughtered the lamb,And left the flesh to rot,And the coat to mat,And the blood sticky across […]

Tortellini

It’s too hot to cook,but I don’t drink,so tortellini will have to do.He’s got beef with agingand erased birthdayfrom the message I leftmonths ago.Happy plus his namememorialized in my best handwritingon a dry erase.I don’t understand why he keeps pieces of me.He won’t say anything,but I have fresh basil,so tortellini […]

You Missed the Light Today

Darlin’,you missed the light today,through the shimmy of the leavesand the poise of the daisies,between the swaying shadowson the carpet.Maybe light doesn’t have a sound,but I heard it in the hushing of my mind.I held it in my handsand felt it in my smile.It feels like you, darlin’.It feels like […]

A Crumb of You

Jars of homemade jamwith fruit from the garden,fresh loaves of banana breadand the perfect walnut topping,little trinkets and treats,raptly hangingon your every flaccid fig,giggles and cackles mollycoddlingyour anemic humor.“He’s like that sometimes.”“He’s driven.”Excuses disguised as gracefor your respectfully disrespectful saberswhen a woman disagreesor returns to senderthe gift of you.I know. […]