Lindsey Royce: God is the Fish in my Mouth
Do I walk away, heart tight as a walnut
Lindsey Royce: Purification And All That Fuckery
My hovel, my mess—surfaces like baseball mounds, my pubic mound—books papers piled, my checkbook math, an epic fail—cleanliness, godliness—washing the carpet, the body—a good Catholic girl I was scared of … Continue reading
Lindsey Royce: Packing His Things
Now, I long for one of those shirts,
his scent of sweat and paint,
to cover the dent on his side of the bed
Lindsey Royce: Things I Didn’t Know I Loved
These actual things
allow me to relive the velocity
with which I’ve learned I love him…
Lindsey Royce: An Offering
I want to go naked in the fields,
naked as hummingbirds
that sip from purple lilacs, iridescence
vibrant as the flowers’ fragrance.
Lindsey Royce: Hooray For Me, The Hell With You
In an immaculate boardroom, whose cherry-wood meeting table, credenza, and wet bar, one that overlooks the Lincoln Memorial, maybe the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall, where a group of political cons … Continue reading
Lindsey Royce: Portraits from the Juvenile Jail
. LaShawn You’re the watermark who impresses me years later. If you’ve lived, you’d be 33, the age Jesus, forsaken, took the nails. 13 in juvenile jail, Texas, you net … Continue reading
Lindsey Royce: No Winner Winner Chicken Dinner
You opted for the straight fuck, lust with no intimacy & mind-game mystery, even though you tried to please. I loved dearly the illusion you were, mannish boy as John … Continue reading
Lindsey Royce: #MeToo
I embrace my Indian sister of the Dalit caste sentenced to gang rape, made to walk the dirt streets naked for my brother’s crime of marrying a woman of higher caste, … Continue reading
