on seeing

on seeing, the ground did not immediately

fall,     away

on seeing, it remained still and green

and grass


the sky remained ribbed and


on seeing, the sky was so

blue with the

calm ache

of your your back

to me

of indifference

on seeing, boy you

stretch hands like

you once did on

my lap

you walk with weapons

on seeing, this does not

matter                    , to walk to

own hands

(your hands)

which lingered where they


on seeing, everything is still

on seeing,     you walk

away from me,

the crime


and i sit, with the place where

it happened     , wishing

i could

like you

just simply,     walk away

on seeing,         i am the calm

blue ache,

of a body              , invaded.

on seeing


and that night, she grated her face upon a palm tree

cause mama pays special heed to splinters and spines

stumbles on a bus home

gets on for free, takes lots of pictures

imagines she could kill the world over, and over, and over, like turning

soil and replanting

and that night, she lied about everything

she imagines she could lie herself to a different place

stumbles back on pavement, wonders what a car feels like

if it could take her to space.

to ocean. and that night, she knows you are following her

and that night, she screams at traffic lights,

because she knows she’s gonna die

and that night, she just says hurry, hurry, hurry

get it over with, i’m tired of the slow creeping

just fucking split me open to bitumen, bleed me out,

try and love me with your choker hold,

try not to love me at all, try not love making corpses out of me

and that night, she watches boys in the distance

playing football under stage lights

remembers running for her life

being taught

to love, being hated




lollipop lady

a thick arm or two leaned on and out of car door windows

and told her to purr like a kitten, so maybe she taught herself

the lollipop lady, sweet as anything, like ferry to the other side

keep your loose change in your shoes, she purrs like an engine

why lollipop? says short stuff on the kerbside one day, kicking

sour peaches. cause all of them are sweet i suppose, but maybe 

it’s the shape. short stuff picks up another, sour peach, hurls it

at the boy who stole her loose change, knocks him off of bike

down street rolling like her laughter out her belly. she laughs

like a sour old man and purrs for the lollipop lady. for a long time,

though it would get her, sweets, treats and sugar things. it doesn’t.

lollipop lady


tell me something about war

and how it is necessary and i will split like the skin of boiled tomatoes

the bandage sounds like this:

it depends on your definition of war

tell me something about violence

and how it is necessary

how you held boy head in your hands

first like lover, planting kisses

then twist of neck into spin top

like murder

then like mother, kisses like goodbyes

like planting roses

i think you are all

and so am i

some see it as a tall, gulf of nothing, but we see its thick and sturdy

like neck and torso

they feel like screaming might fill its empty

you and i take out our hands and choke it

it is already full and brimming

and everything must come out

some like to think we are not gardeners

but we know we are gardeners

planting love and horror in the same beds and sorrow at the end

and besides

garden is just another word for battlefield


Assumptions about spaces

Assumption 1: girl
There is a horrific cry from within the walls of the small bedroom. Indeed , as usual it says that everything is disappearing very quickly yet the walls crawl, enter and occupy its small ears.

Assumption 2: her anger has no gravity
Always appears to rip itself limb from limb- dislikes wallpaper and furnishings. Gets red in the face and makes a lot of noise. Tries to convince us it is wild fire.

Assumption 3: boy (only in the event of the denial of assumption 1)
Will at once discontinue being homely and will become an occupant of space (instead of space itself).

Assumptions about spaces

Pinocchio is confused about asexuals and hermaphrodites

…but most of all pinocchio was \confused\ by snails

,and slugs…

…what do you mean they are \hermaphrodites\

what do you mean they are \asexual\…

pinocchio thinks back to picture books \\with;

\\pinkshelled girlsnails\blueshelled boysnails\\

this principle is

APPLIED to (most) things in picture books…pinocchio had had a pet snail


he spoke about the whole thing with the mice

but they go \confused\ aaaaaaand

ran away.

Pinocchio is confused about asexuals and hermaphrodites