Mathematical Anguish

At the end here’s subtractive serendipity, the morning stars dissolve like fading perfume
splashes in your yawn, down the icicle of your atma. What makes our togetherness
monochromatic of antiquity? Come let’s smell the frankincense of this pregna...

Fingers

Undressing you without caressing you,

they’re fumbling while unbuttoning a black

cameo appliquéd new Prussian blue

dress.  Chest against fierce fingertips, impact

knocks back its panting doll to tiny French

armoire, hard nipples reduced goosebumps, shards. 

A velvet b...

Choreographers

By day, you bleed for him, shed big toenail,

tear skin, raw opening he’ll wiggle in,

your bustle hoop skirt crinoline.  Females

a corps descend surround his secret sin.

By night, you bleed within, a sacrifice

that does not end at barre or with your art —

new br...