selected past writing at 42opus
…this morning I was
Two sisters ride down with us
to Massawa's liberation celebration.
One sister is the color of injera; her teeth are big and stuck-out.
One sister is a cinnamon stick.
2 March 2004 | poetry
My sister's body is expanding to the open stretch of a meadow,
a mountain or shore or total Earth all balanced on her
two legs that months ago supported just one torso.
16 April 2009 | poetry
you are the urinal
in which men piss infidelity
when wives demur sex
2 September 2002 | poetry