June 2024

head permed heavy because rain don’t dare touch us.
on certain mornings you can hear it deep in conversation
with itself. i can’t the rain says. for it is written that so long
as the oils of scorched earth red to the root and royal hold...

Every day is yesterday 
& like the loneliness 
of water, I have always 
existed. My body brackets
a quiver in a world that doesn’t 
love us. Despite the tyrants, 
the “I” is forever 
insatiable. Alone in Spain once, 
I ran out of money & 
for days ate nothing
but eggs....

First spring rain and I can’t begin a line like this again
without remembering  you were here this time last year.

When I think of  being a mother, my mind goes blank
like a mountain. How little I know about things that grow

no...