I enter the mouth of the whale. I am the mother-to-be carried   by night. A slow swallowing, down the throat my plump body   goes. Into the hollow,…

  She thinks it’s funny the boys down the road call her a crow when it’s a term better suited to her husband with his horde of shiny things: his…

  In each of us there is a girl always wanting more and in her wanting becomes someone no one wants to help. Not mice in the board room where…

  She tongues French toast to her left cheek. Mom, she says, there’s a bug on the floor by the fridge. There it is, I say, a stink bug. Chew…

  It can’t just be a killer who cuts out hearts. It’s got to be a killer with a blender selling red popsicles in Central Park. It can’t just be…

  When the classroom’s somber loudspeaker voice said “our president,” was I the only one . . . surely I wasn’t the only one thinking our student body president had…

  I. You and your mother sit on the futon and watch Twelve Angry Men*. She tells you she has been looking forward to this. Lately, you have taken to…

  burns a hole in your head sprouts wings and flies won’t bark up the right unless you shell out or marry it hand over fist penny wise or not…

  I After working out, I stop by the café across the street that stays open late and I sit at the bar in a favorite spot. I am thirsty…

  I spend all day on Google Maps picking out houses with porches and old trees in the front yard. On some online road in California I play how old…

  is left unsaid though his features speak it and the color of his voice, his choices. He carries his father unsteadily, as once his father hoisted him high onto…

  Spring is not everything, but it seems to be the answer. God is here, stretching her green knuckles to set the heart aflame. That other spring, when I turned…