I was born with sticky nectar in my eyes, bound to love the first thing I saw. Rose-colored film, glory- filtered. Now I scrub poison residue from my lids, perceive…
You’ve not seen beetles like hers, such gentle wing-noise and pearlescent blue. In spring she cooks with the doors open, those are the days I find bugs all over. In…
It’s like I kissed a whole pond full of frogs and they’re all still frogs and my mouth is dirty, my hands grown slick with disappointment. It’s like every day…
The woman lays face down on the bed, her dark hair covering her face. She squeezes the sheets between her fists as tightly as she squeezes her eyes shut. The…
Butter beans poached in the garden’s green balm, tender as forest-boar liver. Caramelized slab of potato, crisp as apple from any royal tale. Two girls’ honed gazes; children too charmed…
Monday Work out your budget this morning. Quarter a week. Seek a spectacular name: Ziggy. WonderWoman. L. Trust them not to rip you off. L can’t keep you long. Go…
The dead body stares at me with brown eyes. It frowns. It lies on the white table on its back. It exposes itself to me—its purple neck swells; its clavicle…
She too must sleep but when she does, it isn’t like a human. For the pink dolphin, only one hemisphere of the brain rests, while the other half stays alert,…
She left behind all that she knew. Joining her husband’s clan for the first time, she felt like she entered the wolf’s den. The women in the house hummed. They…
whose tongue’s too short, too sticky which lily is prone to listing, talk, talk, talk croaks about a confused kiss by the well, the dampest shades of under leaf green,…
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