to pack up everything in my house and give it to you. I wish to ship myself outside myself, to the color of my baby blanket, to the way it smelled in my first room. Let me swing in a hammock in a different body, ride a rollercoaster with your arms…
after Jericho Brown Eucalyptus. Sequoia. Pine. What surrounds this town on all sides, footfall quiet against leaves and mulch. Poison oak. Milkweed. Alyssum. The scents of forest fires, leaves snarling up in smoke. The rangers talk of controlled burns, of invasive species, and locals put up posters in protest. Foxtails. Goldenrod. Sage. The news…
after Eve L. Ewing A: I guess it’s just the instincts of athletes against one another, you know, that comes into the picture, but I’m just a friendly guy. I ain’t got nothing against not a single person, except myself maybe. A: Being the oldest in the family, I was a little restless….
I sit at this threshold stone steps as I sat weeping one day in front of a red door a stranger handed me some tissues he said no te preocupes, no vale la pena, it wasn’t the beginning of a conversation, he kept on going and I kept the tissue in my hands crumbled in…
Walking through a great fire leaves you ruined but delicious. Like fruit dunked quickly into boiling water, your family is part of a recipe. After the day is assembled, it will be baked and eaten, but by whom? I’ve started noticing when it would be nice to burst into flames: as I carry a…
In order to save themselves some extra cash, the British Empire, at war with their colonies in the New World, hired German mercenaries instead of the much more expensive homegrown British soldiers. The number of these mercenaries turned deserters is high. Disastrous for the British’s efforts at suppressing their ungrateful subjects, among many other disastrous…
Think I don’t know nothing. Child. Stopped kissing me goodnight when she turned fourteen. Well. Every good thing turn to glass. Then break. She rather stay away. Got my nose. Eyes, too. When she was little, they called her Lil Gail. Bet she don’t remember. She so busy writing things. Don’t tell your business in…
Make your deadness real to me now. Why should you be always so real and so near to me? I should know that you don’t know me anymore. In every sun I close my eyes and see you everywhere inside me. What does dead mean? Are there shades of, different ways of …
I want to chew your heart like a plum, its pit. I want to—need it. I want to kick your awful collage projects off a cliff. I want to be like you or, next best, to nest in you like a Russian Doll. I want you to be full again of me, just…
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