FIRST DATE
He told me about his drinking,
about his deep fascination
with the inner workings
of his own mind
that has come to
replace his drinking
now that he—one day at a time—
no longer drinks—
God, grant
Poetry
A Test of My Womanhood
To walk down the street is a test of my womanhood.
Onlookers keep on looking.
I am beleaguered with looks of assessment.
I am the vanishing point that engulfs the eyes of the cityscape,
A positive magnet to the negative …
All Hands Chantey
The men of the first co-ed class at Gunnery School.
Naval Training Center, 1995.
We didn’t know anything about octopus love or donkeys falling for emus in captivity.
We knew about boot camp hook-ups and A-school weddings.
We
False Offering & First Day As A Ghost
False Offering
Sometimes I look at my altar, all the brass, lavender, and candles, and I worry
that it is too crowded, that some gods can’t see their sigils, that the clutter will
confuse the divine. But some
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