let the words weep

let the words weep.let my arms keep safethe bodies of my sisters. we have the ocean on our side,salt inside of us.these life-creating waters all flowin the same direction. you are breaking us. we are not pearl-lined shellsmade for you to smash open and harvest.we are not hollowed vesselssilently awaiting one more cowardly violation. there … Read more

For My Brother, Who Will Never Circumnavigate the World.

For my brother, who will never circumnavigate the world- “All of these things conspire”-he says,when I ask him about the flat earthand what lies beneath. You saved me-he says. We speak in shorthand, stilted phrases, secret code words not meant for human ears to decipher. Remember when-the fishtank ballet, the slippery salt mines,the sick dog, … Read more

Put down that weight and rest your arms.

I spend entire days contorting my body, Trying to see behind myself, the path that brought me here. Feeling delicately at the ground with pointed toes As if I could slip perfectly into snowdrift footsteps, never falter, stay within the lines winding back and back through time. But I’m a lumbering beast crashing through this … Read more