Melting

"Athai, some boys called us Snickers. I don't mind. Snickers taste good, no?" More

Remainer

Red sky on bad TV tonight / on furniture, on skin, / I’ll remember this like it was / yesterday somewhere else, / like I was another woman /… More

Ellen West

—Is it bitter? Does her soul / tell her / that she was an idiot ever to think / anything / material wholly could satisfy? More

Cartography

A lifetime of alcoholism had been responsible for his stroke, so he had only himself to blame. This seemed to be an empowering thought for him, and he repeated… More

Prologue

I was immortal in my ability to be knocked down / and spread myself out to take the punch again. / In this sense I am still a mother.… More