what does it take to be a spineless fleshbag?
So I decorate my hair and call / it a holy thing, I make prayer out of bog / fly & peat & moss—
we spread the bird’s legs and pull / everything out
There are many ways to bar, to keep a cow / from cutting its mouth eating grass
Yvanna Vien B. Tica
The way / a boy muscles out of a boy, the way the sky / learns how to bruise & bleed.
sometimes my mother is afraid that my heart / will up & stop.