is a bone you dig out of your body with another bone because how else can I describe the kind of time it takes forgiveness to thicken inside a body which is divided into various half-heartedly warring nations a dry forest waiting for the sky to blush a parking garage ringed…
“They know locks are important,” the nurse says when she sees me watching a man, younger than my father, twist the switch of a deadbolt nailed to the wall in the dayroom—one of many locks nailed to the wall. Puzzles that can never be solved. Total fake-outs. A tumbler lock, a sliding door latch, an…
I’m surprised how long it takes her heart to stop. Strong old girl. Dr. Murrell keeps the stethoscope pressed to her ribs. I lean down in front of her unblinking eyes. “You’re a good dog, Abby,” I assure her. Deb, Denny, and Dr. Murrell agree. “You are a good dog, Abby.” A beat or…
She held my dog’s paw like a gentle jewel. Wind blew her hair into a moonlit arc of ocean. I sat on the tub while she shaved her legs. We shrugged in the downpour. Playground wings and swings, unchained laughter. The pop of her lips released the bottle and her grin. Naked on the porch….
Soldiers gnawed the ends of twigs to make brushes. What they sketched would be used to identify them when they were returned to their families for ancestor worship. Gun oil as paint. The war-dead accrued on their papers. Roofs broken in with jacketed lead and herbicides, an expanse of fire. It was the end of…
What will you write about your final day? On that last page the words require truth’s grain. What use is one more journey’s destination? The sweet surprises of another day? What, when the great fire roars through your home? What, when the earth’s fault slips with its sundering? What passion can you…
It’s alright to overdress for the riot. Your rage is stunning. It’s alright to pursue the wrong pleasures and the right suffering. Here’s my permission. Take it. It’s alright to replace a siren with a bell. Let the emergency make some music. It’s alright that the meter reader broke your sunflower in half. You…
for the ladies at Florence House The fact of April first means nothing other than the rent check is due & spring or not we are all tenants of snow today & I have no children under my apron nor angels gracing my back & the women chew slowly while it thickens beyond…
You’d better believe that if I hadn’t already tied the knot on these sweatpants I’d be out there in the mad brick city painting my lips the only red my complexion will allow, maybe with some heels on, I could probably find some heels or at least borrow some, well first make some friends in…
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