a preface to the next women's revolution.
about how much i miss being in love.
born on easter sunday.
even when i'm smoking all the time.
hialeah dirty-talk (revised).
how icarus and i share consistent paths:
i may be the only woman who hates sylvia plath --
i'm seventeen, melodramatic, and pissed at you (ode to miami).
i've gotten used to stumbling often (or, detachment).
little haiti will never be my eden.
loop road (leaving behind).
loop road (shooting at soda cans).
my body is not my body.
please god love me.
the next women's revolution: because i am a sailor.
the veins that line your scalp.
your third chance took a week to squander.

2007
2006
2005

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