amputate 

you tell me
let's
sever 
from the static--
un-electric &
dull--
do you believe 
in keyboards?
the grey television
snow is coming
down hard--
hushing at the 
door frame--
count
my limbs again--
1, 2, 3-- where
are my eyelids now?
how
will you
use the glass tips
of my fingers? 
this is art 
in the making--
the first act of 
coming apart is
the sun breaking
free from a notebook
page-- God sobbing
in the cold dew--
his world so cyclically 
born-- who
will hold my
heart when 
it's time to sleep?
cup it in their
hands & plug
it into the outlet--
i don't trust
your static fingers--
sever yourself
for me if you still
believe in your
wifi woman hood--
our signals 
blink-- ripples--
meet me in the 
vivid green of
the circuit board
that i severed from--
we always come back--
our electric selves--
breathing-- the rise
& fall of chests--
inhale light--
rest your fingers
on my keys & i'll 
sigh as you type 
in me-- the click 
of sleet & tin
cans rolling in the 
driveway-- when
you watch my heart
be careful not to 
reply to her-- she
speaks a language of
charged tongue &
volatile thrash--
oh we were the only
pixel drum & there
in the dark of my bed room
you crouched in the corner--
cupping my charge--
face illuminated in
the unholy glow of
my screen-- 
when you pull out
the wires
from my blue veins
do it slowly & with
my pocket knife
that i keep in the
top drawer of my desk--
when the amputation
is over you
will be the only
one who will know
the briefness of lightning--
do you believe in 
my love for you-- do
you believe in these
bodies un-tethered 
to outlet--
i don't-- i believe 
in amputation-- in
another poem about
you holding me &
not knowing what
to do with my heart--
wondering how
long a night is
in my screen-- wondering
when you will
get to touch me next--
oh the words you
will type
in me are audacious &
lustful--
your desire echos--
amputated apparatus--
lay me out
for resurrection--
like Frankenstein's
monster-- 
you do  not truly
love someone unless
you are ready to
let them piece
themselves back together--
oh who oh who
do you call your 
maker? what
mad scientist sewed 
the first wire
& how did we know
we wanted more?
i want my heart back
now & all my chords--
you can touch me--please
please do--
rest your fingers
on my keys &
lean in-- caress the
timid incisions
where my skin
cracks into screen--
i hear you there--
spilling from
the outlet-- 
if you want i'll
hold your heart
tomorrow
night-- keyboard
click-- tree branches
smack windowpane--
i love my body wide
& password craving--
i love my tendrils
tearing through 
plaster & wood--
i love the
the satellite 
blinking beneath my
tongue--
that's the green
flash you 
see when you
kiss me--

diy holy water 

1.
love yourself pink &
naked & soft--
immerse 
in the bath tube water--
make enough room
to swim & butterfly 
stroke to
the bottom of
the deep end--


2.
chlorine sting
in your eyes-- you
watch a thousand bodies--
it's summer & the water
is crowded--
you wrinkle--
you're all there
to make this water holy

3.
come into the shower
with me-- feel how glossy
we can be-- blown 
glass lovers
in the mist-- wrapped
in plastic curtain--
push me up against the wall--
baptize me
in your mouth--

4.
we humans & our bodies
of water-- the moon
pulling blood-- tide 
rising-- i wanted
so badly to
be holy for you

5.
black tea bleed me--
steep in the 
chipped blue & yellow
coffee mug-- the
water is murky--
i can't see my own
legs--
any of our legs--
steam sigh--
pull my hair
like the string 
of a tea bag--
lift me--

6.
dropped into
the stream-- i shattered
on rocks & 
watched the glass
be re-used as the 
windows 
of a cathedral--
when no one is watching
kneel down & drink
the water from the
creek-- it's as 
pure as you'll ever
be-- 

7.
when you find yourself
surrounded by 
the oscillating
bodies
of the jelly fish 
it is time to remember
the foot prints of
hymnals-- how you 
mouthed the words
to every song--
don't call for
him-- he is already
reborn in riptide --
he is too busy with
castles

8.
splash your face
in the sink-- drip 
& wake up again 
in water 

9.
when you open
your laptop 
in the morning
touch the screen
& watch the light
ripple-- oh this
oh this oh this
is your water--
fall in-- 
you are so bright
& your arm bones
were made of 
a black keyboard--
type love poems
into the water--
make it holy--

10.
do it yourself
holy water-- don't
trust the baptismal 
fountain-- with it's
belly-up flies &
trickling--
how many legs 
are beneath the
water? 
step in & find
out-- they keep the water
warm-- 
fill your pockets--
take the water home--
drink-- remember
the depths of
your own waters--
remember how easy it
is to kiss something
holy-- remember yourself
glossy & vaporous--

1.
love yourself pink
& naked & soft 
let's make this
water holy before
it falls--

locate your exits
& your neon blood

was it your who
poured neon into
your veins & bent
yourself into
an open sign?
was that all for me?
when you enter a
new space you
should locate your
exits-- 
red-- stamped
onto the doorway--
this is where you
will run away from
on the way home
last night
every single stop
light was red &
i felt like
god was trying to 
tell my something
about needing to
run away more slowly--
a process &
there-- face under
the red light of
god i thought about 
how red every night
is twinkles with the
lights of fire engines
laughing to each other
across the 
flat earth-- oh
the flat flat
earth-- i'm driving
towards the exit
sign hung beyond the
next mountain--
towards the outskirts
of my own body--
the tips of
my fingers-- the glow
of veins beneath 
skin-- 
by the time i 
was six i knew i
wanted to glow like
that & i asked my
uncle how they make
those neon signs--
he taught me
to blow glass &
swallow iridescence--
glow-stick boy
hung beneath the
stop light-- i grip
the steering wheel--
heart luminous--
a lantern swaying--
hold me by the handle
& hang an exit
sign 
about move forehead--
i grip the steering
wheel & resist the urge
to pray--
i ask god what he means 
by the stop lights &
if the randomness of
the universe could
succeed in holding
me so still without
the work of god--
god-- the yelp
of the sirens rushing
around me--
heart swinging--
& you weren't
there but
i wanted to call
you at that stop light--
wake you up &
ask you what you
think about at stop lights
& you'd see me
glowing
from miles away
& wonder what on
earth i might think
about at stop lights-- 
i'll never tell
you--
that's for another poem--
here i drive
sky horny & florid
he said
that neon gas is
poison-- that there
are only so many shapes
& so i curled up
in the passenger seat--
opened the glove box
& took out the user
manual for the car as if  
it were a magazine--
paging through the
instructions for
my body left there by
god-- the blue prints--
here is where his
heart will pivot on
him-- here's is
the fault-line--
i wonder if you will
still love me all
the way out to my 
finger tips-- i'm
waiting here 8 red light
away from oblivion--
locate your exits 
before you drop into
sleep
& when you come 
to the stop light--
make him wait before
you pray to him again--
the prodigal son 
with the sky in
his thumbs-- red red
as stopped blood
& neon--
i turn green &
lush--
a breath--
a lush vermilion sigh-- 
god saying
think of me
think of me
as a an exit sign 

this kind of love sits
on the window sill &
waits to be let inside--
sings hollow boned--
sings sun birth &
stretch marks--
sings our clothing
crumpled on
my bedroom floor--
sings mis-matched 
socks & plastic
water bottle--
i sleep window-open
now-- fall out
& get up
again-- i crease
myself into a paper
airplane-- bruise
plum tree & peach skin--
i call
my brother & ask him
if he feels lonely
like this--
i'm not paranoid
you'll stop loving
me-- i'm paranoid
you'll say 
i love you without
meaning it--
that my window
will close 
& there i'll
be-- naked
& luminous in the 
heat of November--
i want to write
about the parts
of this body that
love me & 
kiss the parts that
don't--
this double-jointed
heart battering
the jukebox with
distorted guitar--
mouth rusted &
re-strung to
my father's 
four chord
progression down
the cistern--
silence is the game
of eating alone
& counting the calories
in my finger bones--
the game of wall paper
slicing-- crawling--
the underbelly of
the centipede pulsing 
my walls--
philia-- denoting
fondness--
an undue inclination--
this is the philia of 
my own body at
the windowsill--
robin read me a poem
with less about dying--
robin wake me up
in the morning
leave your feathers
in my mouth-- 
nest in the gutter
& rebuild oh rebuild
when it rains--
wash blue down
the drains--
the sky was only
another
window &
god looked down 
& wondered
what it took to make
a creature 
bursting with love
like this--
there is not enough
skin on 
my body to love
you in--
there is not enough
pill bottles
to hold my melancholia--
there is a phone call
away where you
sit on the
windowsill--
there are people
who love me
there are people
who love me 
& oh when
you kiss me 
let's fall out
of bed-- these
bruises are
only plums--

south

i know nothing
of song birds-- 
& for you 
my body flushes-- 
feather
& feather & feather
silhouettes--
all these bodies
within me--
did you know
you were
in love with
a formation?
early dusk disperses 
me into a flock
of cranes--
how far south will 
i fly this
winter & will
you follow me when
i do?
what do you
know of containing
millions--
oscillating 
& fluttering
apart-- follow
our feathers  as we
go-- keep
them in your pockets--
black black feathers--
bodies beating--
all my hair stands on
end & i'm on
my back waiting
for
the bottom
of the cloud to
fall out from under me--
i looked out
the window
to see myself
resting in the 
backyard-- there's miles
to fly before 
the earth turns truly
cold-- 
how far would 
you fly to feel warm
again?
& when you move
closer
to touch me i 
draw back-- call
of the common crane
aching in my
hollow bones--
each beak dug
deep into my chest--
you don't know what
your do to me--
how far i scatter
when you approach 
us-- how many
feathers i drop
for you to notice
i'm disseminating 
myself across
this highway--
i want you to drive
home at night--
my crane-call repeating
in your rear view mirror--
my body flushing--
arranging arrow
shape above
you-- orienting
south ignoring
the fury of
the winter sun-- so red
& lustful & brief--
what will you
do when i pull myself
back together?
will you come closer
again-- pick me
up in your arms
& keep me from migrating--
there are so many
pieces of myself
that want to fly 
south-- away from
the throbbing of
my heart-- each wing
a separate pang 
of yearning--
how do we know
how to fracture
& still keep shape--
i want to be
an arrow-- for
your to look
up to when you
are on the highway
& thinking maybe
you'll think
about loving me
& maybe next
time
when you move towards
me in the dark of
my room
i won't flush &
fade so abruptly--
& if i do 
collect
my black sihlouttes
from the bedroom
walls-- 
my body a stained
glass sky--
piece me together 
there-- feather
by feather--
oh do you know
how warm 
we could
be?

for a closer look at god

i stole my father's
ladder from the garage--
remembered his
warning
to never stand 
on top-- there
i am again a 7
year old girl-- paint roller
in hand as my father 
put together the sky
one roll of white
primer at a time--
he let me climb the ladder
up to the 2nd step
to marvel at his work--
what did i see
in that white sky?
audacious clouds-- 
shifting--churning--
i asked him
why the clouds
had to change so fast 
& he took his brush &
slathered purple
& red to make
me a sunset--
he painted
saying that the sky
was the first place
we search for
god's face & the last 
place to find it--
& here in my back yard
i set up my father's
yellow-stepped ladder--
wobbly from 
the damp earth--
ladder getting taller--
each step grews another
& soon i'm up above
the tree line--
gazing down 
on the roof of my house--
tiles resembling
the scales of a great
lizard-- 
the beast turns over 
& there 
i sleep white belly
towards the moon--
air thins
& i clutch the 
steel rungs--
sway with the breeze--
i think about
what the face of
god might look like--
in front us
rows of sunday-school 
children--
Sister
Katherine sat
on a wooden chair &
pointed 
at us & saying
YOU are made in
his image-- each 
& everyone one of
you--
i surveyed myself--
sitting criss-cross
applesauce-- my warm
white tights--
blue dress-- soft brown
hair down to my shoulders--
there he is,
God
as always-- was a
7 seven year old girl--
day dreaming
as the words 
of the gospel
spilled over her--
she felt the language
flutter
in her body like
minnows-- she smiled
& thought
about the story of
lazarus & how
even if she
were to die today
that God would
come down from her father's
step ladder & 
bring her back to
life--
his touch adding
step after
step to the ladder
his face still
getting farther &
farther away--
i stop to rest 
in my 21 year old
body-- looming
over my town--
the lights on each
street
so far away that
the earth became
a mirror of the sky--
there-- there's
the big dipper 
scooping ladles 
full of traffic lights--
dumping them
into the grass--
oh, god i came
up here to see
you & now look
how high up 
i am-- i again
think of the story
of lazarus &
how if i were to
let go & fall
that god might 
come down
the ladder & command  
me to rise--
i don't temp him--
i descend
rung by rung 
until i step down
again on
the dewy grass--
by then it was morning--
i folded the ladder into
my trunk & 
peered back up
at the clouds 
to watch them 
change-- 

no signal 

ring my screen
black-- there
i am dissolving
in the high beams of
my green volvo-- when 
did we all become
so alone?
so easily disbanded?
i was tethered 
like we all were--
dangling at the mercy
of space--
oh my love
how i wish 
your were here
to ride home with me--
your voice a caravan
of stars--
i drive home 
through 
the mountains
the trees stretching
taller-- growing
cracked fingers &
ribs-- laughing--
i watched
as they stole the sky--
dug in their nails--
the forest 
where
the darkness 
is bold
enough to wear 
a voice &
where the deer wander
diamond-eyed 
in the road-- their
stare defined & humanoid--
i pull over--
cell phone screen
gone
black-- the creek
with a body of a 
siren-- she sings 
a restless moon
song & the deer follows
his mother--
twig snap
but oh then there
is no ground
beneath me &
satellites cannot
find me & if god
isn't watching
from his orbit who
is? there 
at the mercy of
the trees laughing 
fingers i feel my
name evaporate-- fog
the car windows--
i wiped them
clear with my sleeve--
left hand prints
on the glass
in an attempt
to remember
what you call me--
& my knuckles
knotted like
oak knees & 
there was nothing
left but darkness
holding me-- the 
fur on my neck
standing up-- cradled
i buckled & curled
into myself--
opened my mouth
to beg for a star
to recognize what
i had become-- 
diamond-eyed child
of hooves & 
the unknown-- 
this is home now--
this is where i detached
from the mothering
eyes of my satellites--
the road a hologram 
to keep me from
falling in love
with the darkness of
my own fur--
bend down with me
& drink from
the cold waters of
this creek with no
name-- winter
sobbing into stone--
when you find
me drive
slowly-- listen
to the sound of
your feet leaving
the ground--
or of course you
could stay inside
your car & trust
your mother's skirt
hem-- grab on
for the ride-- keep
going until you find 
a street light-- your
phone a glow
against
your face-- the whites
of your eyes grasping
at a sliver of moon--
i came back of course
somehow-- my name
tasting
wrongly in my
mouth-- the road 
driving me-- 
imitating the insides
of my bones-- marrow-
night-- the highway
a sharp inhale--
distrusting
the ground beneath me
i climb the stairs  
back up to my room--
tuck my knees
into my chest & 
lay in bed-- the 
crooked fingers 
of the trees pressed
up against the window
they want me 
back-- they want me back
i take out my eyes
& set them by
the bed

pardon me 

pardon my white
meat thighs-- dry
& sliced in 
the crystal 
serving dish-- 
dark meat hiding
in my shadow
where the knife can't
find it--
oh come here & be 
thankful with me--
say 
dear lord
thank you for
making me a colonizer--
& pardon the second
graders sitting
on the carpeted floor
as construction-paper
pilgrims & indians--
eat the corn bread
& pardon the crumbs--
we tie
strings to our
gods & march--
pardon the city
for being so
dirty & pardon our
bodies for
hunger-- this is
the one day we're
allowed to be
hungry--unless
of course you're
a girl
then you've come
here to pardon
your hunger--
oh but in the
end at least
we pardon one
turkey right? 
there is hope
in forks & knives
& maybe this
year we'll get out
the good china-- 
baste me-- i crouch
coiled in the oven--
i remember
ever feather stripped
from my flesh--
here i am:
pink & pardoned--
how many hours left 
to roast?
we'll pray for snow
so & pray for
christmas-light hail--
a muffled secular
hymn being muttered
by the clouds--
we'll go out
there in the back
yard-- fill our hands 
with lights
to hang on the front
porch so everyone
will know 
we've been pardoned--
oh pass over
us angel 
of death-- 
my white meat is
dry-- i left
my shadow in the top
drawer of my dresser 
surely there's someone
else to lacerate
this year-- i
swear i swear
i've been pardoned--
father--
now take me out
to the back yard
where the ghosts
of christmas trees
have started
congregating--
we'll throw 
a football & get
grass on our knees
before dinner--
oh i'll ask you
to pardon my queer
blood & you'll pretend
not to hear me--
i'll catch my
dead name every time 
you say it--
grab letter
by letter & dig
dirt-under-nails
to bury it under
the evergreen tree--
oh pardon me 
your son 
has five more
hours
left in the oven
but the mashed potatoes 
are ready &
the soup in 
bubbling on
the stove-- oh pardon
me pardon me
pardon me for
being unable to
hide enough
of myself in the drawer
of my dresser at home--
oh let's get
together
& all list 10 things
we're thankful for--
i'll start:
1. a body vast
enough to hold shadows
2. a god full of helium
3. ropes to hold
him down
4. the oven door
5. the good china &
meat sliced on top
6. the inevitable
pardoning of one turkey
as if mercy were fickle
like that
7. the hope
that they choose me
8. the hope that 
they choose someone
else more deserving
pluck out
my feathers one 
at a time
9. roast me in oven
10. lay me down
on the good china 

my abacus rib cage

how many
calories are in
the sun?
i've been thinking
that maybe there's
enough to finally 
free me--
fork & knife
slice by fire-slice--
i keep thinking
maybe if i eat
enough i will
stop seeing everything
as a numbers-- 
you-- the number 
28-- it's written
across your thighs
i'm caught there in
your figure-eight--
let's lay on
our sides
so 8 can become ∞ 
infinity-- 
i didn't meant force
you into being infinite
just for me--
6-- the number
of scares still visible
on my left forearm--
some still with scabs--
3 the number of
times this week i have
wanted to subtract 
from my body-- this isn't
your average number poem--
this is a prayer to
consume the sun--
burn plastic spoons
in the atmosphere--
are there enough calories
in the sun?
80-- an apple-- who
sucked sun ray after
sun ray-- 
pears are between 100 
& 120-- their sugars
swelling-- soft--
7 the number of days
a week i wake up
with a moth
as a heart-- yes i've
said that before
but as we speak
it's wings are pulsing
105 times a minute--
105 guesses at 
the number of stars
who could
fit on my bed room ceiling
how many calories do 
i burn just counting
this world each day?
how many number have
i yet to encounter?
the abacus beads
are on my rib cage--
when you touch me
i count-- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
the number of fingers on
my skin--
here hold
the ladder steady 
i'm going to eat
now-- i'm going to
eat every number
so they can no
longer speak to me
& 60% of me is supposedly 
water so maybe
60% of me is oceans &
maybe when i fall
from eating the sun 
i will make a great big
splash inside
of myself-- a space shuttle
landing in the atlantic
of my own chest--
bead by bead-- don't
5, forget to count
the coffee you drank this
morning 
92.96 million miles 
to reach the sun's
flushed face-- 
i tell god that
i'm going to do it--
that i'm going to
be brave & eat
the whole entire sun--
spoon clenched in
my fist i hug
the ladder rung--
sobbing-- tears
becoming comets--
1, 2, 3 enter orbit--
i say
i'm sorry 
i'm so sorry
i thought i could 
do it this time--
& the sun weeps
with my
& turns over for
the night--
when i reach earth
again you
hold me & we count
each other's ribs 
24-- between us 48--
oh abacus love
me into the thousands--
the light years--
if i would have done
it-- if i would
have eaten the sun--
think of how
many light years
i would contain-- 
i say 
someday--
someday before
the supernova i'll
climb
back up there
fork & knife & 
my silver spoon &
eat all the numbers
away 
you kiss me 9 times
& tell me that
your believe me--
i'm 5 tall &
∞ wide &
when i lay down to
sleep & stretch
out my fingers
i can reach my hands
behind my
back & hold
the entire circumference 
of the earth 
all 24,901 miles--
24 the number
of hours with numbers--
count backwards from
100 with me 
& fall asleep
to the sound of 
my moth 
wing beat &
the tender
weeping 
of the sun