I had a black skin once,but I took myself to the edges of the cliffsand peeled......

I let them be, as remindersof your futility, how you often hurlthings at the sharp angles......

It had seemed like any other Saturday when she had woken up. She had thrown open......

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night staggering like an old woman...

At thirty-two, I am beginning to learnthat my story is not my own,my body a birthing......

I had a black skin once, but I took myself to the edges...

As the fingers caressnew leaves sprout out of the eyesweeping the sunlight,garnishing – with the greenish......

I pulled the desert over my eyes and sank deep into the sand blood...

I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhereBut it has shape-shifted, like a dune withinThe barren wound bleeds......

Cruciverba #2' was published in the fourth issue of underblong journal...