Annual Letter Home
Death was summer camp. Untied shoe laces, blue balls. Sun meant waking up. I left mud stained on her dress, leaving the mound after...
Soft Corner
Soft drink pinks the sugar tree. Some dew pepper tinkers a slow treasure. Sweat dippings cream in runway. Sweetness felt fattening. ...
Daisy Fresh Girl*
he was always trying to catch something sweet perhaps a drizzle of honey from the hive of bees that hangs from the tree in your...
Bleach Gives the Kitchen a Clean Crisp Smell
I put five drops of lavender oil Into a spray bottle To freshen the carpets And the pet fur. Crimson cheeks and foggy glasses greet...
Galaxy
Someday, I want to count how many stars are in the sky. I want to hear the stories from the constellations themselves, And I want to...
Tounge-Tied
I ate ice cream in cups on account of a tongue too short not sickly or any less lumpen than they come but sewn into the mouth as by...
Tiny One
jabbing toenails into the wet clumps of cold sand while grains cling together under the opaque brim squished and jabbing into...
SET it in ASPIC
You watch as a fork and knife are slipped into the depth of the cooked veal, and you are reminded of original sin. You hear the tender...
The Heart
I. The Madness I’m not strumming along for your sympathy. Cow bells rattle in my ears. Please, do not listen to them. I should have...
Look
The trees wave at me When I'm not looking, And the clouds open When I can't see. And the light flickers The less I breathe. I hear the...
