Their udders were so bloated a thorn might have slayed them. Sidestepping their own stiff tits, the cows hustled & hurtled through the doorway, a barge of skull…
The universal principle of etymology in all languages: words are carried over from bodies and from the properties of bodies to express the things of the mind and spirit.…
No need for an appointment, crisis will erupt without you, another loud melancholy. Stop picking your skin, pulling hair. Your mother would say stop that you’ll leave…
Your mother tells me how her own mother always talked when she did jigsaw puzzles, pushing the pieces in and muttering “I’ll make you fit” under her breath.…
everyone i lived with is either dead or has since been reborn. on the cape sober houses flank summer homes. august women reek of moisture and diamonds. i know…