It made me more beautiful
like velvet
I've been crushed before
a shadow kneeling naked
Hunger is a beast
I have no need for this
sinister supplication
I am wet footsteps leaving
My mind is an emptied room
Hunger is a beast
Our Bodies Our Selfies
So many bodies here
I love bodies
cities smushing bodies
shoulders touching
strangers thighs
I love touching
So many eyes here
watching
I love watching
you being watched I
spectacle you I
audience you I
love you
There is a shining
speck in your eye
I love shining
you are glowing
a reflection of
your mobile phone
filtered in Valencia
I love Valencia
WOMAN
If a woman is a word
then your thighs are lines
of a poem I cannot write
I tried to take a bite
with me
If between is a place
I live there with no words
a piece of poem tucked
in my cheek
Fame
Eileen Myles wears
thirteen hundred dollars well
the New York Times wears
the new feminist icon,
does she keep the fancy coat?
