For Marialyse & Brad How many small things does it take? How many moments do memories make? How many road trips? Wrong turns? States?...

For all the times you chose to run from love, Kid [clandestine meetings from higher selves above] For all the times you were told you...

Women’s Work, of Art (On abortion) Of course, my womanhood Comes as the moon Empty skies bow, should I Decline to bloom Here I sit atop...

The raven Whose night Falls to (A white) Disco Cross’d lite, skull Overshadowed by Lost souls: Lit, Exist Under signs Falsely gleaming...

They call me baby B, Coined as B.B. Or lowercase bb Capitalizing on me, the Notorious B.E.C. Trivializing as “Bexy” For embracing...