The thing about being a bird now, not touching the ground for days, is it becomes hard to uncrook your fingers. People are always looking at your underside, no matter…
Different this time. They are sadder. You remember what your husband said: Every sound reflects your experience. Imagine: You unzip the mosquito net, trail your palms against pine, snap palmettos…
For Kerry and Laura The Weird Sisters transfer into fifth grade in April and everyone knows that if they become friends with anyone it will be with us. We are…
The white walls snarl at everyone. Katie, paint everything with good colors. If the white teeth follow the white anger, bite through the old mapping. Taste that lead like it’s…
lightning bolts inside forearms stomach-bloomed orchids undulating chest circuitry bees behind the eyes bruise on the inner thigh word-noose mermaid’s voice ghost hands holes in the mouth the teeth that…
One day he was a toothbrush, the next day he was an ottoman. He tried to go with the flow, to let fingers shove him in mouths, or legs and…
They kept asking if I was afraid. Not of the great white bear, not of the North wind. I was born with nothing and so I learned to live on…
Daylight rots away like skin and the black tulle of dusk settles on a cellar door where the password is homicide. Take the stairs down in a throng of ghosts—…
After months of chasing the kitchen mice― live traps, upended bowls, tinny sonar devices― the stress made me board up the whole kitchen. We would eat everything with plastic silverware,…
After they crucified death and once again caught her shrieks in the tired bags of skin that hung along the wall, they lifted what was left, and carried it carefully…
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