“The last time I had a dick in my mouth I was dying alfalfa withered in rows unable to separate desire from pain There are poets for whom this throbbing is healing My Frida rail-impaled my chingona fighting for whole… — Jennifer Givhan Copy Share Image
“The last time I had a dick in my mouth I was dying alfalfa withered in rows unable to separate desire from pain There… — Jennifer Givhan Copy Share Image
“The balding headstones of the others—quarantined from their own mothers & sisters & daughters— I wondered if they, like us, were strange alloys of… — Jennifer Givhan Copy Share Image
“My god is frozen-mouth. She is get-out-of-this-town- or-hell-freezes-over. She is paycheck to paycheck. Each night when she goes to bed, my god kisses her… — Jennifer Givhan Copy Share Image
“What I’m asking is will watching The Discovery Channel with my young black boy instead of the news coverage of the riot funerals riot… — Jennifer Givhan Copy Share Image
