Your aunt’s blind dog Patsy turns corners in your sleep. Patsy felt her way around, the way an egg will curl against the corner of a pan. Now you doubt this is your memory at all, embraced and protected in a thin carton of scrambled images. Move and the egg spins inside of you. One turn with the spatula and… Read more →
i. My harp Check it out. Ten holes, steel cover plate, wooden comb, brass reeds hidden within the holes. Engraved onto the top of the cover plate is a Victorian-style portrait, a man’s profile, high collar, sideburns down to his jawline, surrounded by a garland of flowers, and the words Marine Band, M. Hohner. It fits in the palm of… Read more →
For Jesse Jesse was the youngest boy of thirteen boys and I was the youngest girl of eight one quiet childless house groaning between ours as we teemed from the windows and made smears of our fingerprints on the glass Jesse had an imaginary friend and it told him to key all the cars on our street pour sugar into… Read more →
We lock every window and door, a futile effort to keep our children safe from hazed atmosphere. But I do not want to talk about the air or how much my eyelids itch. Instead, I have chosen to fall in love with your wrist and relish in the way it bends as you chop an onion, how you cradle the… Read more →
Let me be a monster, or a child. Does not play well with others. Let me be cruel for once; owner of the ferocious dog, unapologetic of its snarl. I, too, am feral. I, too, have teeth that sink into animal. Let me tell the truth, risk losing you for good. I have earned this darkness. Paid for it with… Read more →