Poetry

Our Lady of Eggplant

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Dame of the Raging Apple,grant us flavored  flesh, oily epiphanies, we moan  the globed heft in our palms, in your shiny  purple cloak, Empress of Solanum  melongena,…

Gemini Baby

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I look for a dark line rising up from my pelvis to my breasts,for any sign of you holier than the swelling. Not the…

Heroin Ghazal

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Growth has lifted the county that buried sunflower seedsdeep into the flesh of every body, buried, sprouting seeds uncurling green as a smile, and…