she was a wife of a man away at flame and still lives in fear of his friends betrayal. hissing as she walks by for telling on them. snitches get stiches. the tearing of one birthplace maiming of innocence and devotion. no apple to throw & no wedding to absolute. green goddess blessing with bow…

i always licked the lid when my mother made pasta with sauce; hardly ever from scratch: except for holidays. she was handed down the recipe for at the wedding. the difference only in that my grandmother made it everyday, and my mother only on special occasions. my father was Italian, second generation, and my mother…

& she rides a broom gutter punk too high to die militia russian soup can facing people too rich to beat. I was traded out for someone who fucked up. she was the prostitute & I was the consolation prize. he never knew the difference. they say you can only remember 100 names. travlin’ leaves…

expectation of genderless memories and records lost to disbelief of a character assasination kissed property right for a stolen diamond in the rough evicted & unrequited communist laundry bag passed around like her ex-boyfriend. she still wonders who wears her socks. probably the blonde all fun smashed windows just do it abortion poetry for the…

old haunt ghost face clown lost pins & needles warrior jealous haywood. she can’t admit he lied to her with expensive pride unable to pay back. helene washed away the sins of the southern appalachia underbelly. roaches scurry to the nearest watering hole. all the tables are bugged. blackmail & black faxes tell on the…

baby piss and mountain runoff. daughter pearl earring tells a thousand lies. debts new future bride. whore mis-step & anarchist save. contstantini strings flame and tounge left pensive from passion found silent. she would love you fully if you let her listen. open hearted. & grist was saved & savored by hearth and midnight oil.…

my mother wore the same shoes in the house everyday my entire childhood. moccasin slippers with the thunderbird beaded on the front: buckskin. everytime a pair would wear out we would go on a new adventure to a native craft and bead store near the military base where my family was stationed at the time.…

utah nodded a giant to sleep toward a platform with no destination. i was too much of a bum for look at this fucking oogle. my penance is to make bread and soup daily. sign of the cross: a tourette replacement for my middle finger. fluent in lentil & new to the boule. holy ghost…

delicious green blue morning velvet. cold vanillia with no cream & hot wires melt tires so no one gets burned. downward drive calls home. moonshine and whiskey shootin shit till daybreak. if not blind, then green with the wind & the barley. my buttons sing a song of rain with messages sent on a seed.…

she spewed poison through a foxhole of friends based on lies. her ego and persona of weeds in the trees from the reeds that fund the deeds. tonged rough with kitty litter sandpaper of permit oil spills. there is no little plastic castle. she left it sitting next to his wedding ring. lemon meringue pledge…