Pollen Breed
Women are looked at as an outer body experiment; never what they experience internally. Hand to cheek, she caresses the simple things your mind overlooks.
Speaking of sound
Still you pleaded with me, wanting something,/ swore you were up for anything. So, I fashioned you / into a key to unleash the fable inside me.
All That’s Left
one by one beneath / the waves and hauling them back up to the car. With sand / clutching at our feet and legs and hands, / begging—take us with you and please don’t leave
Midnight instead
Around and around. Compact body. Spinning in circles. She pauses when a slip of paper gets caught up in webbing. Life interrupted.
Power of Three
They are beings of myth. Girls. White teeth. Sharp. Blades. Angels. Feathers. Witches. Moonlight. Magic. They howl. Sisters of fate. Control and manipulate and meld.