Bones splintered in the hall where wallpaper peeled she was a corpse in the boards beneath. potatoes boiled in the kitchen steam gathered above the sink -a mask on the window, cracked against cold mirror of the bends in her spine. she settled like dust on the glass a puzzle watching over the yard. at…Read more »
My sister cried each month when she bled splayed naked on the bathroom floor vomiting; great heaves in the porcelain bowl shaking violently—each vertebrae resounding in snakelike shivers beneath ivory skin expelling womanhood like it would kill her not to, like she might crawl out of her flesh a seizing spine lunging forth with the…Read more »
Rocks press my lungs empty chasm, compressed gem weight the dolomite world, then sink slow in neutral aquamarine, leaden ties on a body bound in cold–haunting chill, then a ghost; at the bottom stop time black diamond clenched between fists.
The way Earth moves here an easy roll of jagged rock across a film reel and endless gray, or lush green or blue—my favorite blue and the nights are thicker without you here heat from my own breath my own sweat my own pulse in my ears a rhythmic syncopation with the cicadas and the…Read more »
We always made fudge at Christmas opened the kitchen window to dissipate heat of the oven and the hot stove. Melted butter filled me mixed itself with that late December pine and the precipice of snow convergence of deathly cold and warm hearts. Mom let us push backs of chairs against countertops so we could…Read more »
ma belle fleur with swollen knuckles tangled hair your veins are small rivers flowing against grain poison granules in deep blue my lips and teeth learning to swim in them draw red to my tongue a soft rain our breasts look different in sunlight bright white against sand, your desert showered in touch I trace…Read more »
I haven’t seen perfect hands except wrapped around the hickory in the yard. I spread feed at the base and built a sanctuary; I knelt I prayed for perfect hands to hold my world with sacrificed flora before it could seed I built an altar at the base of our hickory miles from anything but…Read more »