Lying behind mehis breath in mine. Childhoodof old age. The Ticuna are burning a bluegreysmoke in terraced paths for spear-nosed bats.Trees walking like human-walking. Shellsin leaf litter, leopards roar in…
1. Barely a woman and already cloaked in red. He can smell it, and so can They, the stench of fresh blood trickling between her thighs. Her gown was once…
In my dreams, wolves talk to me, as they turn into other wolves. Before my eyes, they slip their skin off, change form. There is always one who becomes my…
I will tell you this: if you want to grow something evil,the soil is just as important as the seed. My father knewthis. He fertilized his study with fossils and…
Draped in a long, heavy robe the color of a starless sky, she raised her knotted hands above her head, resembling in her fury, an enormous bird of prey. The…
I drew your shadow from a drawercrinkling with crumble-orange roses and first condoms.Prom dress beads scattered. We could not summon each other. My wide window is too high for you…
The soul tries to be good. Your brain breaks, spits fire, leans toward evil, gerrymanders grimoires, makes antiquarian excuses, crafts werewolf rules to cram your day job into the schedule…
She invites me into her kitchen, wood shavings and pulp curl at her feet. She chisels the last detail with a flourish, smiles boldly, teeth the color of willow. There…
Only a cog in a grand machine I groan scrape no oil to slake my bit routine I rebel I rebel hear me I rebel below the turning wheel all…
She squints slightly as she applies the final touches to my face, smoothing wrinkles, manufacturing magic with a sprinkled sparkle in just the right spot. Our foreheads kiss for a…
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