They said she’d miss the ocean— how it held her so aloft she could feel the flap of bird wings, the rush of air along her cheeks. Each crash only…
I breathe into the body I gave you, a body built from fingernail clippings, pubic hair, stitched …
the way a chest caves, collapses in on itself. loses gravity as internal pressure peaks, drops with energy lost, the way a conductor slices his baton through air cutting sound.…
I put my mouth on your mouth I put my night on your night I put my mouth on your night your eyes are a different color from this angle…
At thirteen, you discovered cerulean and then the manganese dimension so that clouds could sublime their way across the blues you could believe…
The girl sang as she plaited her hair. She sat too far away for Conrad to hear her words, though he imagined they boasted of stolen kisses and everlasting love.…
The last time I saw Jeff was at Elise’s party. I guess that was the last time anyone saw him, although I believe I was the only person to actually…
the woman had no name save mother if i had a name she never used it i imagined some loving sounds and whispered them when i split her wood when…
this year again we approach second nature delicate fabric veils elaborately lift drop rosemary mangoes white wine mutual mirrors filter second guess our lifetime growing up no other…
a retelling of Sleeping Beauty Perhaps we are all cursed, in our way. Perhaps my sisters were cursed to hide their gifts under empty smiles and false promises, just as…
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