Being by Claudia Treacher

HERE’S every manifestation of woman I can be I will dislocate my six terrifying jaws Snort fire from nostrils And hide in a soft pink mouse shell After wandering the moors And feasting on the raincoats of lost hikers I shall rip apart their hardiness with my teeth And...

Happiness by Claudia Treacher

I said to you: “I want to fold inside you Push aside your liver Nestle amongst your intestinal tract Curved under your sternum My feet tucked against your pelvis With my head resting sideways On your fluttering diaphragm So that it ululates against my cheek I want to...