Pride of America

Good night white pride.


How do you wash the filth off?



It’s time to wake up America.

Gassing starts at midnight.


“Organ grinders music in the yard.

Lucky fortune wrapped in rosy paper.

Knock knock, who’s there, it’s Adolf’s heartchen knocking.”

                                                      –  Wisława Szymborska


I hear the grinding of organs.

Carbon monoxide poisoning turns the skin red.

White supremacy, nazis, haven’t a heart. 



History repeats itself.


Divide and conquer.


Protestors vs Rioters.

Black women vs. White women.

Peaceful vs. Violent


Who’s my ally?


The perfect soundbite.

A succinct meme.

Flesh and blood.

Lungs gasping, tears falling.


An avatar.


A hoarder delights.


He threw me down in the car and choked me in front of my kids.

He raped me as my 7 year old son listened from the next room.


You punished me for failure to protect.

The court questioned my ability to house, feed and provide healthcare.


Look at you now, American pride.

Patriarchy gone wild.


Eye See You

Window to a soul.

Tears have to fall before you can see.

Eyes like laser beams.


Addicted to the choke.

The spasm in my belly.

The orgasm in pain.

A sweet sorrow.


Muscles humming in anticipation.

Craving the dark things.


I want to rip it all out and lay it bare. Have you take a stick and poke at it, examine it.

Flip my insides over and say there, that’s it right there. That bit of flesh, right there.

Pluck It

Wake up, work, go to bed,

Rinse and repeat.


A black man lynched.


Wake up, work, go to bed.

Rinse and repeat.


A cage full of people, dying.


Wake up, work, go to bed.

Rinse and repeat.


Stole our elections.


Wake up, work, go to bed.

What am I rinsing off, I can’t sleep.



Vacant words. Words without action,

I want a word to tear your insides out. 

Words that evoke movement.

To storm a castle.

Lay siege upon your most tender places.

To force action.

Words so shrill you cover your ears and avert your eyes.


Feel the desperation.

Screaming through the ether.










If thine blind eye offend thee, pluck it.


I’m Here Now

I’d like to be touched again.

Touched without my shadow.


Touched like a real girl.

A clean girl.

A clean girl who likes to get dirty.


I married a man who doesn’t like touch.

Ashamed to touch.

Awkward with his touch.

Purposeful but meaningless with his touch.


I’m a girl who has been touched.

Who craves touch.

Even when it hurts.


Touch me in the sunlight.

In the backseat of a car.

Just touch me.

Remind me, I’m there.

Don’t Fund Me

Trying to solve a Caesar cipher, while Rome burns?

Redistribution gone viral.



Absolutely nothing changes. Incremental change? Our world gets turned upside down and we are left to deal with it. Pick up the pieces? You’ve left us no peace to pick up.

Your blows are cushioned. You watch it from your high rise and play it out on tv as if this is what reality looks like. Slapping, kicking, tossing drinks on each other…. see, just like you. The only difference, we’re dying out here.

Open up a winery, donate the first glass thrown to …. No child goes hungry tonight? Mommy needs PPE so she can work to feed me? Why don’t you start a fundraiser for Medicare for all? I’m sure if we added up all the different celebrity fundraisers we could cover the cost of Medicare for all. Call it a fundraiser instead of taxes, easier to swallow.

Fundraising for masks. Fundraisers for chemo. Fundraising for ventilators. Fundraising for healthcare. Could you put your name on that? Just make sure the pirate in charge doesn’t steal it, add sales tax and relabel it MAGA healthcare to sell it back to you. .  



Blind as a mother fucking bat. I can see in the dark, you built me for this shit. Wash that down with a big glass of bleach.


Don’t worry Nancy, I got this.


I shit myself when I gave birth to my heart.

They didn’t prep me for that.


Hurry, fetch that flag and wrap your hairdresser in it.

Violence begets vioLence.

I can suck the marrow from y’all, if you let me.


You’ll be back after these messages.

Just give us that extra bandwidth, no strings attached?


The revolution.

An unrequited love. 


A Hoarders Gift



10 years.

A hoarders gift.


World wide.


White privilege is asking permission of the patriarchy for a Women’s march and getting it.

Bootlicking whores.


Wanna ride this ass, learn how to spank it.


Let them spank it for a blue check.

Whose streets?



Amazon women?


Amazon forest.



Amazon streets.

White privilege.

I’m gonna let it shine.


White Patriarchy Gone Wild.

Flint still doesn’t have clean water.

Pass that kid some soap.