I saw you yesterday in a grocery store. I caught your eye and, when I made a silly face, you mirrored it back at me. That’s how I knew it was you. Sometimes you come to me like this.
There are stories I have always wanted to tell you. Stories I think you might laugh at, like the time your great-grandma got stuck climbing through a fence and I had to pull her out, or the evening your uncle and I got yelled at for following a stray cat and forgetting to come home. I would want you to have all of these stories and more, the stories you will miss by never being born. Read more →
Cora and Joan walked side by side from the lobby of their apartment to the courtyard. They were headed to the community mailbox to collect bills. Neither of them had regular access to the internet so they hadn’t opted into receiving their bills electronically. Besides, walking together had become a type of ceremony, though not one Cora looked forward to. It was just more evidence that she needed to do something drastic to keep everything intact. She felt nervous for the first time about her interview later that night because no matter which way she crunched the numbers, she needed more money than she currently had. A lot more. Read more →
EVEN AFTERWARDS, AS WIND DISTINCTLY INTERSECTED MY GAZE
EVEN AFTERWARDS, AS MY GAZE ENCOUNTERED ITSELF
IN A FILAMENT OF THE WIND’S SUGGESTION
EVEN AFTERWARDS, MY ABSCONDING GAZE Read more →
he says they are working on a test for schizophrenia. and i ask him if i will fail. he assures me it’s not about individuals it’s just about traits. he takes out his giant graph and says wouldn’t you like to be up here. i can see he doesn’t mean this as a question. i don’t ask him where he thinks i am now but i imagine he finds me hovering at the bottom somewhere between unfortunate and unlivable. and i say well i have a bit of a fear of heights but i’m sure life would be easier up there. and he explains the benefits of progress and i thank him for confirming my existence is a mistake. Read more →
I wear
Borromean rings
In my hair Read more →
In the evening courtyards of a beautiful city in Sicily, I surrendered my appetite. I discovered the crush of a ripe tomato, and I did so with my fingers before my tongue. I’m sure I was not the first to pick up the secrets of Syracuse tomato sauce in the dark. When I finally consumed it, licking my lips of tomato and wine, it was like kissing the hand of everyone at the table. Read more →