Crazyhorse, Vol 93
“It doesn’t hurt to be a girl I’m told”
Tip within feels boyish to match without / but otherwise. These folk say doesn’t hurt / to be a girl. Better girl crowned emeralds. / The girls Tip’s met prepostured. Weaponized
Denver Quarterly, Vol 51 No 3
“Kin spent patching her middle”
round a band
silk pop of color silk
tongue a slick animal
curled in her tail
its flesh to her flesh.
Pressure on a needle to spine
Crab Orchard Review, Vol 21 No 2
“Pygmalion Family Portrait”
The boy has never seen so much blood. / Never blood on his mother. / Never on his knees or palms. Just bruises, pthalo blue, / a color his father would point out in the night sky after a storm. / Bruises that float / just under the cool surface of skin or white stone.