Before unpacking, thrust an exacto-knife through her taut, feathered chest cavity. When the blade swims in, pull apart that tiny,...

Sybil waits for answers with one hand raised high and the other pressed firmly against her neck. Her pulse gasps in time with internal...

a pattern emerges: I flatten myself, turn sharp corners—make edges out of elbows, knees, ankles, wrists. Fingers crack with a tap. I fold...

Oh, Apathy, And how she sat with me On the window sill. “Please, Come chat with me,” She said To the bird, Who remained still. We wonder,...

I wrapped my son’s birthday gift In the cellophane of moths’ wings. It is fragile as the skin on his eyelids, As the chiffon of my...

“So, if you’re pan, does that mean when you see a pan you get turned on?” Yes, by gods, you’ve got me completely figured out. You’re the...

I warm my bones one at a time by the river of ice. I ask: “So, glaciers ‘gallop’?” “Not many, but some.” Frost curls my fingers in, I...

The bird in her cage does not know what it is like to fly along the wind currents like a mighty force of nature. I. The bird has lost her...

punished full of meat so heavy with stuff it is shameful taking a part of the world to keep within, to transform for oneself, an engine...

happy when fat small when scared hurt when squeezed more when shared fertile when fresh wild when low less when tired fewer when snow wet...