No one was having a good day. It was December in Minnesota and we were all at a stage in our lives where our therapist thought we might be less loserlike if we met late Monday morning. Late morning because early morning wasn’t an option for some of us—because some of us couldn’t keep ourselves…
We fight about her birth control pills, for one thing. They cost about twenty dollars, and Tamara wants me to buy them, and that is something she has wanted for some time. At Planned Parenthood, they have my name on a form, she tells me. She writes down the address and sticks it in my…
I. at thirteen for a whole dark seasonI was lethal with my pellet gun murderingsmall things that wandered into yard stalkingthe thin woods between our house & the highway—I picked off any bird squirrel rabbit snakeI could track if I had two surprised seconds to explain the meaning of my hands my instinctswould have been…
Yesterday, jackrabbit belly was not a color. Today I hold a paint strip to the wall, and it’s true: this is the exact shade of a rabbit’s soft fur, of the sepia robe of St. Francis, whose followers swirled like birds, or were birds, St. Francis being one willing to trade like for like. An…
Two women are walkingon the ocean floor I’m the one in front, holding an oxygen maskthen passing it back to my mother We take turns She breathesI breathe She breathes I breathe We can’t talk we just keep walkingand breathing and sometime towards morning I notice she’s gone A bitof seaweed stirs in the shadows…
Throw scissors at it. Fill it with straw and set it on fire, or set it off for the colonies with only some books and dinner- plates and a stuffed bear named Friend Bear for me to lose in New Jersey. Did I say me? Things have been getting less and less hypothetical since I unhitched myself from your bedpost. Everyone I love is too modern to be caught grieving….
every day someone finds what they needin someone else you tear into a bodyand come out with a fistful of the exactfeathers you were looking for wonderingwhy anyone would want to swallowso many perfect feathers everyonelooks uglier naked or at leastI do my pillar of fuzz my damplettuce I hoarded an entire decadeof bliss of brilliant dime-sized rapturesand…
The other night at a party in Westlake Hills, just outside of Austin, I stepped outside to get some air and found a group of my old friends sitting around a fire pit in the backyard, smoking cigarettes. It was a strange sight, not only because I hadn’t seen most of these people in several…
Pull hair from your head:He loves me.Pull nails from your fingers, from your feet,like pulling teeth.Pull teeth.He always couldmake you scream. Your navel, neck:once whiskey-licked, nowghost-towned.Cast them off.He loves me not.Drag your legs around & beg:Remember me. But this dissemblingis your owninvention.You always wanted to be character:orphan girl, femme fatale. Heroine, riding bareback & white-hatted. Re-member…
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