Poem No. II |
What is it you find beautiful?she asks,The highlight of a cheekbone,prominent and sharp?is it the lines stretching and crawlingvinelike across the white desertof your palms?or is it the contour of my ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 00:11:00 GMT |
Ana, Anna, Alice |
’I don’t wanna eat anymore,’she sayspursing her 11-year-old lipsher tiny hands hanginches away from her bony hips’I don’t want to look like you!’ she quipsand point...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:34:00 GMT |
Perspective of a Cigarette |
I am compact, skinny, and white. Easily broken. My existence will be short-lived. I hate her hands, the way they violate my physique, fingering me, her nails scratching against the grain. Does she fee...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 13:04:00 GMT |
