On The Great British Bake Off, Lemon Ice Cream Melts from the Springform
and Iain slings his baked Alaska in the bin. The whole spoiled sweet. There’s talk of faulty freezers. Sabotage. Enraged viewers blame Diana. In loss, I too demand a…
Going Home in the Pandemic
I don ’t go back often, but now my mom calls, and already, I can picture the drive: bend in the road, forest hill, the pasture, the creek, and…
The Body Has Deep-Rooted Memory
Mine reaches beyond my lifetime, far into the past, my friend Iris tells me. Ancestral, another word for the way sound can sometimes be too much, the roar of…
Why Some Days, I Wish I Still Loved Jesus
The night before I was baptized in my mother’s church, I dreamed of drowning, my lungs a sudden pond, fish long gone, eclipsed moon void of breath. How long…
On the Eighth Anniversary of Surrender
Distracted by Earth’s magnetic field, pulled away from their own survival, birds, in their primal journey south, sometimes deviate from the flight path. Even birds stray. And me? I…
I return to the pink painting
But only in my plans. In my plans, I am cutting through the light of the unvisited park library. I am sitting in a coffee shop on the other…
November a loose branching cluster of scars
[ ++++] was an immigrant I fell from a cloud [ ++++] played piano [ ++++] jumped off a bridge [] can tell you this now That we’re not…
where the metaphor of the tree hopefully falls apart
Dense spearmint, forest green, tender bending, how the tree accepts the shape given it by wind and by shadow. Shadow of industry, of church-tower and the taller heads of…
Dissociative Episode as Britney Spears’ 2007 VMA Performance
I’m on stage in my underwear. Light +++++spears the hangar, gouges both eyes, ++++++++++like consciousness. The dancers: ++++++++++ muscle or mechanism. I: car-doll, +++++left hot. They know where ++++++++++my…