Her head gashed open

Crimson blooms from a black hole

With peacock feathers


Riding his bike to

Work in the cold, he sees not

My voyeurism

Larry Flynt, you’re more

On your toes in a chair than

Most people standing

Tasers kill people

I think that makes them lethal

And not non-lethal

The hostess of my

Surprise party pulled a dull

Rusty blade on me

When at home their rock

Darling wore my dresses and

Nightly peed in plants

He tried seduction

My face was in his afro

Which smelled like beignets