Category: Poetry

My tincture – when the bubbles
floated by my face – submitted oscillations.

Velocity of arch, vaguely – you.

Parts of the bowel were found first, congealed in the blood-sticky path to the bedroom. It had been shredded with patient ferocity, the meaty tissue…

I’m not sure who I invited into my bedroom
I reached for twigs and got pubic hair
Scratched someone’s navel to