Chocolate Croissant Eaters Anonymous

Chocolate croissant eaters anonymous  May your passionate true purpose be revealed in your neurotic embryonic bypass, gas-mask placenta  I mean nothing by her yours I’s I mean eye like icecream No question  We’re not so different  We both go to school (in and out) It’s up to you to know purpose What butter, baby I’ll

Borders

The body that demaractates me  Is the first barrier  That I pondered passing I was four years old when I first misplaced my tongue When I  Slurped it down  Spurring my eyes shut                         Puncturing an entrance  To a rear rescue room  I ran to grasp my body  I gasped to own it  Like one owns

Light Garden

That was a spooky step Some kind of  Marble-magnetism Whirling me like a spinning top A dreidel on warm wood Make a cord I stayed full, a friend close by Repeat an obsession and it becomes a ratio to your world  I do not like ratio talk, I think of using either nausea or plums, 

End of Decade

(translated from Portuguese)   31 December 2020 Unborn moon of winter: There is no more I to summon you. I’ve passed through the oceanic waters of the continent And see you now – it is summer.    The beings who roam and vest Phrases and verbs and ecstasys Live, moon! Live! Like me.    The

Speaking Eryngos

The sea burning,  the heads of blued Thistles nodding now,   You are drift   Ing across the dry grassy   Field of perception.    Above me, Humming with the   Softness of hands in mud,  Words wing and land,  Clutching the branch of hope That this is finally a sign.   The ache between the dunes, tilted  Towards

I AM – a poem

I am my umbilical cord My mother’s sleepless nights My father’s long drives I am the scent in my mother’s wardrobe The high heels I never fit I am the ingrained institutionalized religion Founded on fear. I am the shame and the guilt The vagina I am the black eyeliner I draw around my eyes

The Young

Make way for the young! I’d hate to be the one to break it to you (or no, not really, I don’t care), but you’re dying soon. Stop being so selfish, will you? Are 70 years of living, dominion and destroying not enough? Make some space or at least allow us to claim some. Lift

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