Birthday Prayers

Poem of my body, I’d like to know you. I want you to write in cursive across the floor all the ways you’ve been wronged. Make it a dance. I want to scoop you up, cradle you, let you moan your grief, your pain, your ecstasy. Poem of my body, I want to float you...

Ready

I am not ready for you, life. I would like to put you away for another year. I would not like to turn another year older this time. Make a skin of leaves that stay forever green and mud that never freezes. I will remain here. Inside my world. I will do the same things...

Antlers

Women are born with antlers where their eyes used to be. Long ago and just yesterday, women forfeited daytime sight for soul retrieval. We renounced what we see by the sun alone, in return for antennae of infinite knowing that stretch without end into the vast cosmos,...