woman horizontal | tonglen in four parts

today, the exhale was the hardest. a trust fall in giving and taking —precious tears and shadowed fears, irrupted hopes and radical imaginings — into a world that cannot hold them gently. where supple lungs now resist the inhale, constricting to protect me from inviting in a swirl of noxious fumes (engineered to smother epiphanous dreams…

woman horizontal | unburdening

y’all finished or y’all done? his guttery trill, gum-soled and sticky with wizened contempt is instantly corroded by the viral ozone of tropospheric memes earwormed into polyphonic cackles relentlessly pursuing you — tubing through folded gray matter — until the voice of God, remixed as a call for intercession, beseeches: is you finished or is…