Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Issue 25, January 2013—Feminist Issue)
  1. I like the crystalline tear like morning and climax with crying of language that overflows with afterbirth and rainbows and applause. Those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
  2. Part-Cesaire, part-Solanas, part blood-sweat-and-tears.
  3. Part my mother and my sisters. My friends and my enemies and my frenemies, all their beautiful mouths.
  4. As treatment. As caprice. As my femme-chivalry.
  5. Some death and suicide. Bits of puppy dog tails and sticks-and-stones. Accents and neologisms with a slapdash you-just-wouldn’t-understand.
  6. Know what I have to do, but I don’t do it.
  7. Necessity is the mother of all that pours out of me.