Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Issue 25, January 2013—Feminist Issue)
- I like the crystalline tear like morning and climax with crying of language that overflows with afterbirth and rainbows and applause. Those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
- Part-Cesaire, part-Solanas, part blood-sweat-and-tears.
- Part my mother and my sisters. My friends and my enemies and my frenemies, all their beautiful mouths.
- As treatment. As caprice. As my femme-chivalry.
- Some death and suicide. Bits of puppy dog tails and sticks-and-stones. Accents and neologisms with a slapdash you-just-wouldn’t-understand.
- Know what I have to do, but I don’t do it.
- Necessity is the mother of all that pours out of me.