I have come to realized That I am not made of stardust But rather just Good old flesh and bones That, and well-intentioned though flawed...

I found soliloquy time space In the toilet of a starbucks A spot Bruised and ripe ready for self-witnessing There is just my body and i...

There is death in my right lung And she knocks on days like these Ones boiling like an oven My body swaying on the skytrain Like the...

Before the yellow robes came There were us Holy and monstrous Wombed bodies large enough just to house All of life and whatever after...

Emptied myself into a pot, Tipped my skull over the stovetop. Wait as the grey matter intermingle, Sizzle like a love song, Scooped the...

Today i am a fragile thing A wish Soft body curled around white belly This curve of my vertebrae What else is it but eggshell stacked...