published

Two copies of my first print publication arrived today. This pantoum was published in the all-women’s literary journal PMS poemmemoirstory #4: With Talons   Driving into my narrowed gut, your eyes say nothing, read everything out of me. I find your whisper at my neck overwhelming. My breath, a gust out of me.   Say nothing. Read everything. Out of me you take what you want; your lips are always overwhelming my breath. A gust out of me and I reach for you with talons.   You take what you want. Your lips are always painful to watch when not on my body. And I reach for you with talons, with everything, but I come up empty.   Painful to watch when not on my body, driving into my narrowed gut, your eyes with everything, but I come up...