Ballad for Ripe Ladies

Vines no longer hold us. We are too ripe, to rich to swing. Ripe women fall. We release the vine because it can no longer claim us Succulent, dripping with nectar, heavy for the bite. We smile at the taut…

I am Dying

I weaken in my sleep my limbs thicken my breasts shrivel teats tender still My back breaks cracks appear as wrinkles My skin bakes and sloughs of time’s wakening My head leans I sleep more and more now My hips slip…