Here’s a Triple for you.

XOXO, Your Hive HBIC

“dear diary, if i am still alive when my first abuser bites it, i'm throwing / the biggest fucking party the earth has ever seen”

“I’ve been blessed by these dashes of magic, spoonfuls of love, & women who taught me how to keep house”

easy wet with belief 

a sleek, serpentine, powerful beast, one I could ride
for the rest of our lives

“When I was only a girl, my mother thought it was safer to let me piss / over the platform, on to the tracks, than to let my small body titter / off-balance…”

“and then there/s me in london / rolling a thin spliff outside buckingham palace / asking a soldier something about art in london”

“my hands gather stone fruit for momma to make jam,”

“i disconnect from the woman who writes these poems. i miss her glitter and first drafts, the voice that may grow softer, but is never silenced.”

“Sometimes when I’m falling asleep, / I imagine myself wrapped like a mummy / and thrown overboard, weighted to sink  / through the darkness to the total blackness / of the ocean floor,”

“The OBGYN lubes up a blue rubber duck / finger and positions it like the threat of thunder: ready?”