HOROSCOPE PREDICTIONS FOR THIS MONTH
ARIES, TURN FERAL: You’ll be more domestic animal than humanoid; oily blood and salt fish will be more yours than maple sugar and liquid sunsets. You don’t just break hearts, you eat them. Everyone...
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There’s honey in her hair, and, on the corner 0f her mouth, sea salt. She stretches like a tiger, when she wakes in the mornings. Her smile is a knife, bitter and tragic; her smile is a slab of butter,...
View ArticleAfter the poison, before the antidote
I am this bad summer, slung sticky, and red-hot, across the new artificial grass framing the iceberg blue pool; I am the pink moon, hanging so heavy, as though close to splitting open, ripe; I make you...
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This is my sense of self-worth: A dog in the wintertime, skinny, sitting squat on the side of a country road. A dog, alone, cold, still and wide-eyed as the snow comes down. This is my pride: An...
View ArticleSonnets for the Woman Undergoing Surgery
SONNET I PRE-SURGERY These elements exist to complement, and you to choose your life in this. That farmer of atoms with shells like onion skin stands along the soil of your body on the gurney. Your...
View ArticleWHAT KIND OF PERSON
What kind of atom string, wrapped around what kind of carbon core, what kind of beating brain and nebulous heart, what kind of moral code, what kind of mantelpiece photograph, what kind of flower in...
View ArticleWalls, water; Rib, eyes
You are not the cooking pot in the yellow linoleum kitchen. You are not the carp, not the bowl, not the honeydew, not the tortoiseshell comb. You are not the phone pressed to the ear, not the slowly...
View ArticleBig Mermaid
It’s easy to get lost in these worlds, where the waters begin and end, and the shore is a thin layer of gold, sinking where my feet are, like the mattress dipping under your weight. If they made boats...
View ArticleThe God of Kerosene
I was born in love, mired in it; in the mud of a woman’s blood. This is a letter. This is a letter, printed on the air above the Atlantic, to the only two who would remember my infant eyes. Twist the...
View ArticleCalyx
When I fell in love with you I lost my appetite for seven days. My arms and legs ached, dully, tenderly. Along my throat, and beside my breasts, lymph, oval-shaped, milky white, swelled like new...
View ArticleMore things in heaven and earth
On the bus I read A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The day moves like silk through the windows, in vertical sheets cast in graphite and indigo. My mind has leapt from my body; it floats above and around me,...
View ArticleBody natural, body politic, body electric
Five hundred million years ago nature could only dream of the kind of life that you are. Back then love existed in dissolution. Smokestacks of ozone. Topaz trilobites squatted in prayer. A generation...
View ArticleSymphonie Fantastique (10 Minute Pseudo-Sonnets)
THE PAIN OF PRINCESSES Every three hundred years a wolf is born half hologram, limned in that breed of light that is searing, and shameless, and adorned with blood; a wolf with hands, and nails, and...
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The perfect plum sits in the palm of the hand like a flushed cloud during sunrise, or a bowling ball of decadent purple hardwood. Sliced into half-moons, the meat, fibrous and dense like pork, starts a...
View ArticleYou and Us
The love in my body doesn’t understand the white bees, dark stars, and ships of hyacinths that Neruda knew. My love doesn’t understand his metaphors of twilight shadows, lavender kisses, and sea foam....
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