these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Oct 10, 2009

work...

the little



under eyebrows plucked to commas
under a white man's name

sitting still

thin as thread


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Dad appreciated her-
the small, neat house.

pretty,
except when drunks pounded on the door

with cold sensibilities
(with a promise of money)

the muscles around her eyes shivered.
she lifted the other lid-


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a working nurse with no juice.

skirted
shrouded

sugar rotten
exhausted:

the little girl of the bed.


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six years.

she took the cold great coins.









2009
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