Seizures

is what they called it when
I went down in Walmart,
flat-backed in the foyer.
The greeter saw my tits
when my shirt lifted
and I swear he liked them,
though my sister says
that didn't happen at all,
but I'm convinced he thought
(when my left eye rolled
back in my head)
that I was winking
and sprawling
just for him.


Some Mysteries Bite

"some mysteries bite and bark"
     --Book of Sorrows

They lay a nail along your cheek
and whisper what might happen
if you slip off to the abandoned house
across the street
snake down your shorts and let
the near stranger
dance a cock glissade
in time to biting fleas
that can't take hold of his prosthesis
but use all your blood until
the moans are strictly pain
and suddenly
you're screaming stop it
get off me
I'm dying.


Angelina's Lips

and tattoos make me wonder
if I want to screw her
     or be her
but since the neighbors
don't look good to me
and neither does the librarian
from down on center street
maybe it's just all about
that sense of freedom
     hint of madness
which leaks from famous pores
like dreams solidified

I smell her through the
glossy pages of Cosmo

that I tear out and claim
as daughter, sister, lover,
     me.

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