They warn you about me in bone-strewn fairy tales; The thwarted girl prickled heavy with thorns, The eyes that bulge with death and un-lodged scales, The dragging, messy weight of…

We start with a girl sitting in uncut grass. It is spring. The grass is sweet, like melon rinds. We start with a chariot, and an old god who gets…

All night I’ve been watching the blue streaks of birds outside the window covering the cosmos in a cloak of encounter. There is a single visible tree still smoking from…

Their apocalyptic Tour-de-Eiffel figure scathes the gunmetal skyline; puncturing the fog like an anesthetist’s needle. The steep clouds rolling across the land could be the smoked abdomens of genies—which seem a direct effect…

she searches for herself in burnt grass, speckled shoes scuttling on crystal glass as winter slippers over flaxen-haired hills & wolves rehearse what to say — she is soaked in…

From the late nineteenth century onward, studies on the Maghreb relate the belief that a child can ‘fall asleep’ in its mother’s womb. It is thought that a sudden traumatic…

fumbling in wet-darkmy fingers are rotting:to give the girl gold and gold and gold because I can’t speaklike Will or Petrarch,she tells everyone that I threatened her child a girl…