21 year old grad student just trying to explore her voice through poetry.
Tempered glass will not splinter just as skin stretched over skeleton will not snap when pulled taut, just dip between this rib and that,
In anticipation, and with a ragged metal key, I sliced a mouth in my nylons, only to find that they’d melded with skin,
The Greco-Roman Agenda
It’s no wonder I’m in such a bad mood: there is a living thing inside of me— a carnivorous, insatiable, red and angry,