Lochia

poetry
  I’m always rinsing something in the sink. At night, nursing bra unhooked, I press lanolin onto a fingertip. No one will ever take care of me again. Before I…

Misapprehension

poetry
  Shipworms were chewing the wood supporting the pier containing Frank Sinatra Park. Small beer, you might say; no beer, I might answer. Soon the pier would be soluble, the…

Translations

poetry
  i attention split pretending to listen you follow the scent of your fear     replying as though your mind were not divided for now no one can realize you’re terrified…

Breakout

poetry
  Lost savings, empty storefronts— a window of time but not of opportunity. Somewhere in the future, jobs wait for their workers, directionless and tentatively loyal. We are trying to…

Razor Zigzag: I Don’t Remember

poetry
  I don’t remember when the last survivor +of the Ludlow Massacre died. A story online disappeared, and I don’t remember when. I don’t remember the type of shoe +unscripted…

Saturday Poem 3

poetry
  ‘what life I got left, I clawed together’ a world where polar ice melt means more plunder ice inside St. Louis windows children freezing to death in al-Hol in…

Forbidden Fruit Picker

poetry, Uncategorized
  —after Wangechi Mutu HOW TO STAB ONESELF IN THE BACK In a recurring dream, I knock over the musician’s instrument and blame his kittens. He burns their mother’s milk…

In This Town We Rescue Cats

poetry
  —for Karim Ennarah Amid November’s raid, the journalists at the office learned to make paper boats to pass the time. Suddenly there were as many boats as people, except…

I See Signs of Autumn

poetry
  voices clashing lines to an election drafted on the canvas. Mornings here afar covering American night news are cold as Aschbach Walzweiher long, wavering lake’s strands of mist hiding…