What On Earth
Snow’s deep, blank pages ruled by trunk shadow lines longing for words. Scribes … Read more →
The Order of Things
They are harm less, gentle giant docile long eye lashes gentle gentle… And yet: They consume. We pretend ours less GROTESQUE Even for them, we paint pretty pictures— long necks, spotted patterns caged contained categorized taxonomized in neat little boxes safe, known and then: How strange to learn their consumption of bones (a necessary enrichment, mind— instinct, a body knowing… Read more →
Winged things
Two butterflies mingle over a red sedan, jettisoned, out to the first exit on the highway, eager. They look like they’re on strings, the two bodies, noon replicas. I love how they, the luminous creatures, catch my gaze. Do they love me, as much as I love them? Tender sentiment rubs off the stamen of thought, but the fruit that… Read more →
Handshake
From what black, pressured cavein the depths of commercedid you summon this five-tentacled thing presented as choice towardssham consent, flabby foldsand pink creases smiling sans lips or teeth?
Nice
Just thought I’d say— before we were separated and tortured, and I gave you up for what you hadn’t done— it was nice when you put your head on my shoulder as we slept in our seats on the plane.
Reset
I.I kill November daysin a beach town of retirees. I ridemy bike down boulevards and pretend I am someoneelse. I find hidden covesto read inside and eat every meal quietly,but like it is my last. I keepto myself though the strangers are kind.Heat warps the department store windows, but in them,I am new. I am kind. The whole month, I… Read more →
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
While I was soberas a nun I filledwhole journals;carved out my brainto pin that slickpulsing fruit & findthe weakness. InsteadI found tethers to eatme alive. I bargainedwith my circuitry; pokedaround my heatedseething heart. Anothermonth cracked open likea black new egg & I setalarms to be grateful:what a gift, to knowexactly what harmyour mind will do. Toknow what wrote you.
December Already
Overnight we’re in overdrivestretching plastic over aging windowsand pushing play on our imagined fightsDo I really have to be awakewhile the trees are playing deadIs it drag to dress myself in redwhen I’m blue as a stovetop flameOne morning I cross the cold floorsand watch the snow garnish uslike this life is a just another plateand our hands tremble in… Read more →
self ghost introduction
the worldbuilding is three stories Yongin pours rain sheets stained American on the enclosed balcony laundry hums a painting Western oils outside Korean brush indoors
Desiderium
After the funeral, I dipped out of my deadend street. I crisped in the glow of lawns buzz cut to the soil’s fur. As I spilled into the city veinsof weathered tar, I saw a cherried cig unfurling in the windy mouth of an intersection, but it was flamesof frayed wings as I trolled closer. I braked in flumes of… Read more →