Marilyn

Marilyn

    I am exhausted by the gods. I called their names for years, waited for the chorus to busk a tune I could believe in, one that told me the truth and might have saved the million mistakes: all those men with matinee lips that turned out to be teeth,...
Two Poems

Two Poems

JODIE FOSTER I don’t know if this is goodbye or the same form of farewell you began whenever you first suffered a love that bloomed under the attention of silence, ether of the word drawn back into your young body like a barely noticed breath, smoke returning to a...
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