Juvenilia

Juvenilia

    I am a child in the lunchroom which is the sometimes gym singing my known truths: I love milk to which Tanya says If you love it so much why don’t you marry it? And that’s a fair point, Tanya. Why don’t I marry this milk, why don’t I plan an elaborate...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    In Red          – Harmony in Red, 1908 Henri Matisse Enough red to end all desire for sex—reflected in her stern countenance. Her stance mocks any sense of calm. Neck, collar-entrapped, right hand...
Still Life

Still Life

  near Srebrenica, 1998                                    It took dominion everywhere....
City with Imogen Inside

City with Imogen Inside

  My husband shared his cigarettes with me + so when I die I do with lungs like eggplants. My floral dress snapped at the waist because                I have the finest shape in Massillon. Eyes...
Two Poems

Two Poems

Institution Two weeks before my wedding I went to call on my mother, an ant tethered to a stick; safe–– gleeful in the monsoon. She is a passenger reversing. The architecture of motion is lifted–– In institution I brought her three floral dresses to try on and she is...
No One Should Feel That Alone

No One Should Feel That Alone

    Jane was handing someone a bouquet of satay, gushing about Muller’s Foreign Cinema and Laszlo, when I told her about the abortion. A party not the best place to breathe new disclosures, to say: The baby would be three years old now. I moved to a...