amen, amen, amen
the crows fly past my open window,
sailing on a grey-white sky
that looks like it could be parchment—
the crows look like they could be drops of ink
or swipes of pitch paint left purposely
for me to find …
Evolutionary Memory
hold my hand today, feel my skin upon your skin
I will count up the freckles across your back
connect the dots and let them piece together
the map that will bring me back to paradise
you bring me back
Let’s Spend the Night Together
the morning comes shrieking in
and we are mad on love and coke
and the rolling stones.
the bedroom air is heavy like perfume,
so dance with him, with her, with the
rolled up dollar bills jumping between
blood-stained fingers.…