You begin with Be, end with a glorious hiss: Beatrice. Steel teeth. Fire biter. Ms. Moxie. Not Dante’s Beatrice. Not an enskied, enshrined thing, a silent, saintly ladylove bright-beaconing from…

It’s night now, and a wrist Turns over in the magnificent leaves. Nothing but shadows, incalculable fortunes Trailing along the arteries like slim beaks, Like rivers black as comets. In…

am I the girl | cursed to live inside the skeleton of a calf or the calf cursed to die to be cut apart | & entered I thought if…

My mother taught me a few of her magic tricks in the kitchen: How to crush a clove of garlic with the heel of your hand and watch the skin…

I like to roost in the minds of others, like a blackbird in the rafters of a church—heaven, hell, the fiend all below. And the lux of so many heads—…

It is dark outside when he stops you on the street, asking you questions that take on the color of 11:00 PM: how are you, and do you live here,…

Though it was Gretel who wept and whined for home and Hansel who bit his lips and held her hand, who hummed and hugged her in the dark forest until…