"All afternoon it smelled like a greenhouse.
Blackness underfoot, the flapping of geese,
The earthworms white and starving at our ankles.
Read more"In the Hawaiian language, there is a word for
actions that are not done
to other things."
Read more"You have spent centuries sewing
my worth into the seams of a dollar bill."
Read more"The blood was dark in my green and white underwear that was too big on me."
Read more"The sun shone through the clouds like a Renaissance- painting."
Read more"1. Hazy as a bee, you tell me to lighten up and put your starched hands on my hips to rock us like twin sunken ships, babies in the bathwater, and pray that the lights, sucked of patience by lampshades and films of dust, stay dim."
Read more"Kosher Cajun Deli and Grocery has a new 'Shrimp' po-boy— god know’s what’s in it, but I am steaming smug, picking up chicken and manischewitz, chopped liver in styrofoam. 'You here for your mom’s order?'"
Read more"Last week I lived like a child:
lime room, then purple room
in the afternoon. A custard for lunch"
Read more"My mother drops exhausted on the coverlet of a king
sized hotel bed on the outskirts of Pisa and promises to
never set foot in another art museum for as long as her life
allows."
Read more"Plane landing. I know this unrolling sprawl. Young woman in a plastic chair. Blue box at the edge of the ocean."
Read more"My parents, Ohio River Valley natives, bought three
acres of wooded land surrounded by soybean fields
and carved a house out of the branches, a giant brick"
Read more"I am a bearer of dead things
the catheter hangs
around my neck"
Read more"This is the type of grit meant to be trapped under glass,
buildings with soft crown molding just starting
to curdle at the edges, cheese in hot sun"
Read more"fingers hair woven
pull upon the tanned nape
for you to"
Read more"there is no harsher lesson
it is the whip
cracking in the air"
Read more"Heart blossoms splendidly till wind blows out
hope and the mobile’s light blue lullabies
tucks love to sleep in warm Byzantium."
Read more"Walt,
we do not love the same, you and I,
as you showed me with honey and birch beer."
Read more"A balloon stretched thin
sings depth on a whim"
Read more"A Sunday evening, we were coming home,
My orange Spanish book matched the trees,
It smelled of leather carseats and October sky,
The temperature fell overnight."
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