My mother came home one day

without her uterus.

The doctor took it out.

Like someone heard me say

Let’s act it out,

act it out physically.

I was the baby who never cried

The snake on your breast

who stung you dry

The vicious pet

and yet you held

I shot past her knees past her hips past

her breasts past her shoulders, way past her wisps of hair, those rays

of grey light radiating from her shrunken head.

She had to look up to speak to me.

She had to have wide eyes.

Life begins when the children are out of the house

and the dog is dead, I said.

She laughed.

Dyed her hair black. Made me stay.





Weightless in your sticky fluids,

too long you kept me in.


Sometimes a voice instead

of being eaten by wind

is spat out

An echo sprouts

on the mountainside

Soon you have sisters — echoes

propping each other


I was in the bath with my forest jelly bath bubbles.

He was out, flossing his teeth.

`Bathtime is an adventure when you wallow

in these mild, blackcurrant-fragranced bubbles.

Dip your hand and scoop out some wobbly jelly,

add to running water and slide in!


The shower curtain with violet tulips was half shut.

`I’ve been feeling horny for a few weeks now’, I said

`Have you’, said his voice and then — ‘so have I’.

I swept aside the tulip bush and looked up

at a point in the mirror, where briefly

our eyes touched. Then

I opened the hot water tap. He bent his head to spit.


A geological thing to happen

To start with skin, end with leather

But I no longer wish to be friends with passion that dies

Yes passion dies, nobody warned me

The penis grows to the same length in desire of all degrees.

As you lit a candle I thought, twilight is brief

We’ll wake up when it’s white

They’ll be bringing in the hard light

Instead, go, Go Now

And when I give you all my love, quick, take it away

before I take it back


The dog next door

who shunned me when I bit him

owns the sweetness in my face.

The governess who has seen me naked

has turned into a ventilator.

I’ll show you my mirror.

You show me yours.

Darling, can I

let you in

where my soul


See my claws itching.

See my heavy breathing.

See my curling tongue.

My last dream

left stabs

in my guts.

I woke up and searched

his face.

How like a god

my lover was.

Now he’s a fox

bull owl howl



lean mean


ten headed hydra.


mirror girl,


Take the sick

and sinning

to your breasts.


for every monster

in every pram.


The soul picks at cuticles in concentration.

In the rollercoaster I cling to my body as if I was separating.

See low white clouds posing like silly ghosts with hands thrown up.

The sky is limitless however high you fly you know you’ll fall

down down here.

Yet jump into a sea and you disappear leaving a bubble.

Two people exclude everyone else — if one of them should die

what is the other to do?

Cry, cry, you can reach the end, finally the kitten in the bag

pulls in its tail behind it.

Are you alone? Yes, the friends I love most are far South.

And then we act as if distances are impermeable.

Take my face in my hands and show it around.

Mirrors will keep screaming night after night tirelessly for faces. Every man is my husband Every woman my wife. One day we will unite.


Lock me up but make the walls solid. Seal every inch of your open bars.

Call that a view? These are just gaps in their flashing teeth. Striped


of my slavery.

Like billboards show things I can’t afford. Make me scratch and sniff for

a few sky strips

Between the grills is a saying – freedom exists. A lie, repeated, a hymn

Big cat jaws yawn, snap the neck of nothing. Forced turnings in measured

space play kitten chasing tail.


Back from the markets of lust, haven’t bought anything.

Our trolls rally on the windowsill – the leopard who mates for life, handless

martial grey beard, taped up windowpane, ancient ring.

Living in the presence of each other’s lives, from order to chaos, dispelling


The one star you find and pin with your eyes as I scramble for a wish.

We see the lightning together, gasping, lips sealing around a vacuum.

I watch you asleep, stealing your time. It rains and rains, the tanks fill up

and the grass grows inches overnight.

The jealousy because I think you are dying faster, the faint darkness

between your lips, the striving for a piece of your skin.

You lock me up to make sure I am there when you return.

I wait for days to see you, when finally you appear I walk away.


Eyes are emissaries, soft knocks, nibs. Eyes are tongues, mad riverbeds

insomniac for salt. Eyes are fangs, bared chisel tattooing face on retina. Bite this word, lick that wound.

Eyes are the itineraries of shooting stars on the tail of new disasters.

Faster than witnesses, slow as alibis, don’t look! Phoenix of mirages, allusions,

holy ash, rising mohair soot. Darkness caving into black diamonds. Lashes fan

the air between.

Stones drown to measure water of expression, water nothing dissolves

in, pure staring child. Soft convex pillows, seed of sleep.

A false door revolves, a roulette swings back to starting position, the

masochists bring out X-ographs.

Unfurling, clitoris. Descriptions, insatiable.

Eyes, are braille


Two can play silence. Silence for two players. The time it takes to play


We seize the silence together, own it separately.

You plant a silent minefield, I walk on it, flashes of meaning exploding

in my head.

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