Poems from Maude B
Queer feminist. Talk to me about russian literature, deformities, serial killers, underground hip-hop, and the media.
And here I thought that we would write books
Magazines of controversy to be shouted at and intellectualized
My careful prose beside your...
I developed a smoker’s cough in the last month or so
I try to make it cute by smiling a little apologetically
And making my eyes big...
When boiling water across one arm
Will produce the same effect as a razor
And you know that
Every morning it's all you can do
Not to drain...
Become again my Rose of No Man's Land
You no longer give me medicine, but I still have the tattoo.
I would sing the body electric if I...
Subject wakes up.
Two dozen lashes.
Leaves spring from the trees.
Subject falls asleep.
It can’t stay awake it seems.
Doors: A, B, and...