After I gave him my dented hands which in any case were still valuable                                                                                   …

Sometimes what kills me is serene as snowfall. Proliferating frozen, soft inundation, the ceaseless and so many ways of wanting to die. I can’t sleep for the 2 a.m. murmur of the plows, making their rounds for hours now, unseeing metal sweeping and salting. Rusted chrome in near collision, compelled by the Sisyphean labor of…

I’m a Kick-Ass Woman Ask anybody. This ass has never been kicked  to the curb. I do the kicking. I’m a nasty-ass woman  drinking chamomile tea at dusk. I know what I’ve got  & it’s a throne for an ass. Grab it. Kiss it. Pop  the pimple on that ass. See what happens when you…