harridan

she sits in the crooked branches of a maple tree
surveying the wilderness that surrounds her ordinary body.
she imagines herself strong and fast like a horse
with soft ebony eyes and muscled flesh.
the darkened windows in town see nothing.
burned ashes of the dead after battle
their charred remains pungent in the air
low moans of the wounded enter her […]

you say it doesn’t matter

why they left or came.
did they break like waves on the shores of
Catalina?
where did they land?
where did they come from?
you say it doesn’t matter.
pores are empty spaces on our flesh.
mine are filled with questions about
your grandmothers.
is it true you don’t remember
their names?
you say it doesn’t matter.
i’ve heard your scream in dark houses
with your eyes wide […]

hysteria

this poem may be triggering for survivors of abuse and violence
i’m yeshua on the cross
nailed to this unholy body
stiff in my pain
i cry out
father!
why hast thou forsaken me?
mother!
deliver me home!
home home
somewhere i am real
not corroded and broken
fake and inauthentic
take me somewhere there are no stories
no ritual abuse hysteria
no corpses crying out to me
“we are real. […]