My fat

my fat

is the first thing you see

believing somehow

My quality is less than acceptable

my fat

bombastically defies you

In ways that makes your skin crawl

And your dick hard simultaneously

my fat

is a fortified emotional defense

A barrier

Unforgivingly and In spite of

my fat

makes our skin crawl

Yours, mine

that lady standing on a chair in the mirror

my fat

indicates the kinda girl I am

Loose morals

With a lazy disposition

my fat

is complicated

my fat

leaves No justifiable reason

No excuse good enough to exist

my fat



With righteous indignation

my fat

Has tales to tell

Songs to sing

Like a bard in ancient times

Passing knowledge in cryptic secret languages

My fat

Is persnickety, finicky, fastidious

Carefully choosing terms

Weighing the consequences and repercussions

My fat

Has been cut open

Burned away

Smelling of newly fried corn-chips

My fat

remains unrepentant, uncompromising

My fat

Ain’t going anywhere


voices from white trash

There​ ​they​ ​were
standing​ ​face​ ​to​ ​face.
Sometimes​ ​she​ ​sees​ ​the​ ​echos​ ​of​ ​them
The​ ​fighting​ ​and​ ​fucking​ ​and​ ​pills
Before​ ​the​ ​isms​ ​took​ ​them​ ​both
They​ ​are​ ​children​ ​again
Eating​ ​sickly​ ​ripe​ ​mulberries
Carefully​ ​perched​ ​on​ ​the​ ​lowest​ ​limb
The​ ​bells​ ​of​ ​the​ ​laughter
At​ ​the​ ​treasure​ ​found
new​ ​each​ ​day
Such​ ​sweet​ ​delights
Spring​ ​days​ ​on​ ​front​ ​porches
Watching​ ​the​ ​western​ ​sky
Eyes​ ​like​ ​telescopes
Seeing​ ​the​ ​storm​ ​coming​ ​in
The​ ​sweet​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​rain​ ​and​ ​hail
Watching​ ​lightning​ ​strike​ ​over​ ​mesquite​ ​trees
The​ ​thunder​ ​ripping​ ​through​ ​flesh
Those​ ​days​ ​when​ ​all​ ​she​ ​was​ ​was​ ​a​ ​guardian
A​ ​protector​ ​a​ ​mother
Wiping​ ​the​ ​tears​ ​from​ ​her​ ​dirty​ ​cheeks
Doing​ ​the​ ​best​ ​she​ ​could
Fist​ ​bawled​ ​and​ ​wet​ ​with​ ​sweat
​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​take​ ​on​ ​the​ ​world
For​ ​just​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​them
Those​ ​faces​ ​now​ ​are​ ​distorted
Gnarled​ ​and​ ​calloused
They​ ​are​ ​old​ ​and​ ​worn​ ​down
Too​ ​many​ ​fights
Too​ ​many​ ​fucks
Too​ ​many​ ​pills
Too​ ​many​ ​isms
Too​ ​many​ ​phobias
Love​ ​forgotten
Deeds​ ​lost
Decadent​ ​loathing​ ​is​ ​all​ ​that​ ​is​ ​left
Fists​ ​flying​ ​toward​ ​faces​ ​and​ ​torsos
Words​ ​hurling​ ​through​ ​the​ ​air
Always​ ​catastrophic
Always​ ​climatic
They​ ​will​ ​never​ ​see​ ​each​ ​other​ ​again
Until​ ​they​ ​do

lr’s son

Light melting through the blue slats
Red lights and sirens
Watching to say we care
But really we are just perverts
The drama unfolding across the street
Two men in suspenders carrying him to the stretcher
“Shit at least it wasn’t anything crazy…just another overdose…”
“I wonder if the dealer gave her a sympathy high for her ol’ man overdosing….”

the big bad aunt

i can feel the teeth
of the unliberated lesbian
snapping at my neck
snarling cracking crunching
jaws like a hippo
drops of spittle and hatred
acidic to the soul
your prison is of your own making
you are your own bondage
but my freedom is not yours to toy with
i release myself from your wrath
go fuck yourself with a butter knife and leave me alone

Brand new shoes

Snarling teeth bared for everyone to see

No pretending

No apologies 

Just hatefulness animosity callousness 

Cold sting of the high altitude 

Leaving me afraid of your rabid behavior 

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Left to the devices of those wanting extermination

Of me and all my kind

Now I shall be baptized into the mist