Winters—
we like our bodies naked blanketed like letters in an envelopemoving against each-other as though the only warmth in this worldcould come from touch as though the only...
At the memory care center, the parlor resembles
what was once my grandmother’s bedroombut with artificial flowers.Dixie cups swirl with pink ice cream,the coffee table...
Park Ekphrastic Without Park
First day of fall finds me in mourning—something about 50 Fahrenheit I’m not ready for,might never be ready for the rest...
The Newborn
Barely 5 lbs 8 oz,
she sleeps before me
and snores through
her half-open mouth.
She clenches her
tiny palms.
Tight chest, fisted heart;
tight tight—
sweat trickles down
her cotton onesie.
She...
Once More in the Depths
I miss you, blue-haired boy, vanished againlike the ripple of a skipped stone. I havenever understood your leaving— a thingthat...
Scheherazade Finishes
In 1,001 Arabian Nights, the storyteller fights for her life
by dreaming up cliffhanger after cliffhanger. She is
trying not to be loved. Each night,...
Trying to Convince Poison Control You’re a Good Parent
You try to sound calm—but not too calm.
When they ask your daughter’s weight, you sound knowledgeable,...
