Preservative
She has licked her children’s tears off their faces or her own when they came that close to her. She has eaten sleep taken from the inner corners of…
Give and You Shall Receive
After our widowed mother’s funeral, my brother and I pick through her stuff. Feeling like grave robbers, we sort keepers from discards. I start finding the presents I gave…
Gender Diagram VI
+++++++++ +++++++++breathe into your Gender +++allow your Gender to soften with each exhalation ++++++hold your Gender in for a count of four ++++++++++++pause +++++++++let your Gender out for a count…
to the girl who once was me
I find comfort in the rhythm ++++++of the tide’s twice-daily cycle, ++++++++++++covering, then revealing ++++++++++++over ten feet of snails and seaweed, ++++++slippery rock. This long, slow breath a constant…
Aubade with the Sound of Falling
What is the geography of intervention? In you the hours weep even the rain. Down the long corridor of night, the dawn sirens. You, separated from your name &…
Letter from Future Haunts
* —after “Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now” by Matthew Olzmann * Though the bees are dead, we still have flies. They’re good pollinators. They keep what manages…
When Earth Downloads Tinder
I throw off my ozone like a thong after a long day. Clouds part like pursed lips deflating in defeat as I spread-eagle on my pastoral couch, straddle the…