It’s like I kissed a whole pond full of frogs and they’re all still frogs and my mouth is dirty, my hands grown slick with disappointment. It’s like every day…
Butter beans poached in the garden’s green balm, tender as forest-boar liver. Caramelized slab of potato, crisp as apple from any royal tale. Two girls’ honed gazes; children too charmed…
Monday Work out your budget this morning. Quarter a week. Seek a spectacular name: Ziggy. WonderWoman. L. Trust them not to rip you off. L can’t keep you long. Go…
She too must sleep but when she does, it isn’t like a human. For the pink dolphin, only one hemisphere of the brain rests, while the other half stays alert,…
whose tongue’s too short, too sticky which lily is prone to listing, talk, talk, talk croaks about a confused kiss by the well, the dampest shades of under leaf green,…
are too young to use makeup or talk about cute boys. Instead, they beckon her with a bathroom mirror. Bloody Mary, they whisper three times, a mantra complete with strained,…
Pigeon feathers don’t faze me. Nor numbers. Isn’t three just another name for God? Tesla’s no God, no devil either only a man born in a storm. The others cross…
A god, not my father, takes me to the beach, where I lie down, thinking what is the place called where the sea wets the sand? I press my fingers into…
Ask wikiHow to ward off the witch with her flat black claws tapping on the transit door while a jukebox grows in your ears and you wipe your french fry…
I’m hungry, she said, like any child. We were all hungry come the spring. The girl would not eat with us. They brought me her heart. I know it was…
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