I Am Thirsty Now

A woman is lying on the ground. She can’t get up. I think she will pull me down into the earth. I run, I run from the earth. My mother is lying on the ground. She is sleep. She is darkness. She is tears. She sucks the world into her belly and it never comes …

A trio of book spine poems

Blueprints Talking to my body - enormous smallness. A book of luminous things. Blind willow, sleeping woman, black swan, white raven - are you my mother? Blueprints for building better girls: everyone's just so so special. Blabber blabber blabber everything.   There Picture this: the narrow road to the interior through the woods. East of …