The Fabulous Fabrication

  A fork in the path appears whilst I, knee deep in nude undoing Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave,  resist the opal footprint, nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this glowing movement forward OR ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me OUT and thrusts me in glossy, sweet

Corn I AM

  lets shuck these green folds of corn skin that cover me my kernel is sweet I am…. rows and rows of friends walking stiffly forward a drama unplanned, randomly perfect, an organised chaos I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts like waterfalls of flesh sun bleached dunes parting veils dripping butter smiling in

I Cannot Speak

    I cannot speak, my mouth is full of coins I cannot cry or beg only muffled longing and eyes. . I cannot spit or barely breathe for the tumbled gold between my teeth, there is love making and revelry that leaves me cold and choking. . I cannot eat my lips a drum,