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 »
Sundays were bright blue a family drawn in sidewalk chalk and a hidden stack of mail; summer evaporated like old rain sun-scorched puddles at the base of the drive our feet were small- strong, calloused by hot pavement and we spoke love like it was a part of us like there was no hole in…Read more »
There’s sand in my sheets where I’ve carried the grit of travel into fiber into home strange a threshold crossed seamlessly, Virginia’s in the kitchen Georgia spilt atop the hutch the sheets are dusted, a comfortable grain against well-worn skin calves, unshaven and I’m the sand in someone else’s bed
Blue water is warmer thick skin is softer he said You tear like paper at my words and I can’t hold something so prickled, so sharp. Arms of rust, breasts of splintered wood victims of exposure to you.
I pasted feathers on my back so I could fly back if I got lost surely I could find home from way up high right? Wandering broken roads swept up in seas of identical grey concrete had come undone. Home I told my arms raised them high above me a crown of brown and gold…Read more »