I am sure he will know me. Father wagers he will not, Certain enough to tether my Future, my life, to a Game of chance. (Father never asked me…
Papa, you tailor your trousers with spider silk. So many bottled nectars on bronze carts flank your marble table, pour down the slender throats of your petal-gowned women. Papa, I…
Nearly all the lights were on, each illuminated window a portion of his life that wasn’t hers. No movement appeared in the front; no bodies in the space between the…
The lipstick went on in a smooth, plum stroke. G looked at herself in the mirror to check the color. She wiped it off with a tissue. The counter was…
Those cracks below the surface in the fatherland of fissures, they belong to me. Like a shaker dancing off blemishes of being, you’re my whirling state of praise for shock-receiving…
The little girl sat down to eat her banana. It was the biggest banana she had ever seen. It was the biggest banana her mother had seen. Her father said…
Aegialitid Beetle We’ve got seaweed in our hearts, said Bridget and Lev and Stanislaw all at once. They did this to see how the strangers would react. They’re very rare,…
drink me, he said, and I will show you the wild in your heart and the gold of his hair and his eyes led me to the hill where the…
I can hear him, feel him inside my secret heart. Looking up through the water, his feet hang over the jetty just above my world. We, who are blessed with…
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…
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