Little Knife
After Keorapetse Kgositsile
All childlike tenderness, and slender flesh
worked to a toughness like stone. Muscles
like rolling hills, scenes
Schumann could find
no solace in. We made...
The Kids Don’t Want Our Stuff
Throw away your antique chair, crushedvelvet cradling grandma’s slightskeleton like a pearl—Youbalanced carefullyon her ancient unbendingknees. Give awaythe bric-a-brac,...
Pressure
It’s evening, and I’m watching a documentary about the pressure our culture puts on kids to achieve, while in his bed, my eight-year-old son...
Daughter
I see you.
I am trying to see you
trying to keep the words
quiet on the page. Hot and bright
and roaring, scales
dripping like the one
mythical animal
in...
