I lick her plate, press tongue to fork and spoon, kiss her goblet and pillowcase. I bare my ass to her chamberpot, ready my breasts for her shift, my skin…
Is this what you really want, really? Is this, finally, what you want to be: a dainty foot stepping out of a dainty carriage, a night of stars like diamonds…
Electric wine on my sleeve, I wobble on the tiles. Pots of ragweed and bamboo, a jar of teeth, a bucket of stew, line my kitchen counter. My lover has…
The woman with the tiger’s smile passes us in the garden. Her arms cross her breast and in each hand, a white dove’s clenched in her gloved fists. Their white…
For my birthday my sister gave me a bottle of lotion that somehow smells like the memory of Noxzema, the transmutations of adolescence, astringent and powerful baptisms of splashing water.…
The children keep bristling like a cornered porcupine, happy to point, complain, run to the playground teacher, they all righteous and aglow. Whole peoples nurse their grievances, and she,…
There! It’s done! I pause, worn down but a victor. My greatest act, the final cause: a creature of cumbrous years, hulking big and beefy in my recall. A brute-child…
Head cocked left listening to wind’s cheerless prayer empty as a cistern odd sound diminishing circling a moment, briefly a luminous eternity complementing those who see what is said,…
The hermit wears the bearskin to town. He lost all his clothes to the fire. His feet are naked, his ankles cold. His reservoirs drained to put out flames, he…
How changed you are! My magic didn’t do it. Some people shine as constant as the Dipper, Or simply shatter, easily as a slipper; Some shift from hard as glass…
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