I. I’m sorry if I open up old wounds each time I speak. I’m sorry if you’re resurged with some kind of hope I didn’t intend to give. I...

Fiori di zucca fritti undulates in the mouth, caressing the tongue so sweet. Unlike fried zucchini flowers—clunky pebbles clash tinny...

I thought you were a bird with a broken wing and that I was two hands inviting you in. I listened to your squeaky whimper, feeding you...

yesterday, a man needled blue into me and told me he was two years sober. i think of mom and the way her knuckles almost break skin; of...

We are in the car driving towards my past to finish the story I left in a different town. We are mix-tape creating songs from our...

April tosses and turns in her bed, tucked into layers of chrysanthemum covers and duckling down duvets. huckleberry hums wrap around...

threaten my primal safety / cloud the new moon then blow naked / penetrate / slip into round belly / the steaming warmth going away /...

They didn’t kill a man in a skirt. They killed Alexa. Because it is allowed, they taunted her always and everywhere. In the photograph...

i sat by a river or an ocean or a lake and i whispered to the eels around my ankles words of longing that could just as easily have been...

the slick and razor edges of the roaring sea cut cracked and burned skin. this body was heavy and weak the muscles tired and worn; i...

When they told me to act like a lady When I was angry I sewed her aphorism into my skirt hem And pulled her stockings over mine To guard...

I am so many things that I often forget So much beauty I that I often miss It is sad truly How I only see the beauty In everyone but me...