Sipping teain front of Sephora,with my husband,the third one. I watch the girls from the cosmetic counterhuddle together, dressed in black smocks,full painted lips, coal-colored..
White lost its virginitywhen I saw throughcherry eyes.The hoar turned to flame,my portrait, a whore.Who are you whogathers the hollyhockin your secret harem,seducing them,petal from..
The body applies order.Count the tiles so your Mother doesn’t die.Vultures ate our lands but couldn’t fly. Kneel, said the fatherSay their names nine times, then..
The music of Johor Bahru is sitar strings plying breezesoff the South China Sea, fanning jasmine and lemongrass across verandas. The music of Johor Bahru ..
uranium rattlesnake whiskeywhatever morris has lying aroundhe loads into his army issue surplus duffelhe tosses into the backseatof his used sedanand lurches across interstate 80away..
Some days are nighthighways left to usto steer the starebetween reflective lines,coffee in one hand, a radioin one ear calling Willie“classic rock.” Say what!?Some days..
He usually writes about his routine
rising before 5:00 to weak coffee
scrubbing floors, painting walls
his one hour in the exercise yard,
or a dream from the night before
a fishing trip with his father long dead.
Friday Night, the stillness, the madnessUnder the purplish sky Wear a pink blouse, come to a deserted gardenFireflies might come but you should not expect itFocus..
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