anthology

In a Jar

In a Jar The night has taffy-stretched into a week of soul-gazing, the girls flat on their backs, one on the floor and one on her bed. They think sitting on each other’s beds is weird, and it eases the potential stress in the intimacy of their confessions that they...

Five little poems

The First Man Let beds fall in love Let cops wash dishes And somewhere in St. Louis, In his crowded apartment Adam cut open The first clothes   Things I Hope The Moon Isn’t Interested In Capital punishment   Drowning It takes so long For oxygen to reach...

Diorama of Want

DIORAMA OF WANT Your chest pressed against my back in the galley kitchen. We could fuck in a phone box, you said out of nowhere when we met. Our near identical height. This long silent hold without holding. The stove flame and ticking water begin to deafen. The sharp...

Unseen Music

My mother stole my fingers, right from the keyboard they were dancing on. She snipped them from my hands, one by one, dropping them into her oversized yellow purse as red fireworked against black and white. The tarantella kept playing as she rattled my fingers against...

Prayer

Prayer   Please horde the sext’s intentions   She was holy without accessories   Keep chiropractors safe from respires   Keep chiropractors safe from alligators   Chiropractors tiny their fingers

3 micros

  We Meet During a Plane Crash Nose-diving toward earth, suitcases and sundries bouncing off our noggins like fists and elbows. She screams as if she’s my type, an extrovert on amphetamines. “WHAT’S YOUR SIGN?” A toddler flies by wide-eyed and jowly. A granny,...

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