The Girl on Rural Ave

I rented her the roomon the basis of her earrings.Freckled nose, newly thin,collar bones cutsharp like her wit.We gave thankswith spanokopitacranberries and turkey,Tupperware bowls.Her vintage eye,a thrift store hound,she let me wearher green dress once.I did again, without asking.She knew but didn’t say.Vodka smoothies, red-eyed research.David Bowie, drunken curries.The cheap skillet warped.I laughed and ate […]

The Purse

I unpack the bag and pluck out my fears— used tissues pinched by fingertips— the truth of me smeared and hidden lest anyone see I’m leaking. Cringe and flinch at the caricature my husband’s ex must make of me, the time she caught me coveting her well-lit composition and poise. My finger tap, a signalshe […]


I was as round as a meal, as pregnant as a pause, a hen in the chicken coop tending to my eggs. Our friends outside circled around the picnic and my blood drained out in clumps. The fibrous exodus of a hoped-for future inscribed farewells on the surface of the water. I sealed my heart […]

White Creek

I The circle looped in on itself no start and end but the numbers on the houses, crabgrass plots back to back like brothers in a hotel bed. We ran barefoot on the new tar road run wince hobble walk with gravel between our toes. We roamed free, no collars no fences like the transient […]

To Influential Mothers on Mother’s Day

Here’s the thing about motherhood—it is the entrance into a perpetual, fluid experience that you can influence, but you cannot control. It is a state of relationship to a child born, unborn, yearned for and not yet. It is a moment where you cease to be the primary protagonist of your story. Your storyline splits […]

The Thing About Dreams

The thing about dreams iswe build them from the inside.Our eyes close, our minds constructtreehouse cities, disco skylines.Oh, what a world we’d architectif our steel was empathy.A home for every wearied body,joy in blackness, queerness thriving,diversity resplendent as stained glass.Our beauty illumined.Community.


Please.Go to sleep.A song,a plea,a curse,a promise.In your restI find my own.

The Contract

I catch your grasping fingersin the soft cage of my hand,my touch, a contract.I am here.


Naked as a babe I stand,and survey the damaged hillsand valleys of my skin—familiar landscape made foreign.If my body was the temple,you were the holy spiritthat craved a fragrant sacrificeof blood and milk to blessthe world with hope.I wonder now at what I am:the other side of a miracle.The altar stained, the crowd dispersed,the prophecy-now-memory.Remember […]


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