Not about that – not about love
I miss that stupid ache — Fiona Apple Floating in a slick of oil – arms out Funneling the pollution through my hair Mermaid on her back — I protect the brain Coral. I am myself: a filthy Exxon liar Exposed, naked bulge of plastic waste; Daliesque my fans and Read more
I Saw Charles Darwin On Tinder
I take the Plan B at 8am sharp in the Walgreens’ parking lot. He says he’ll split the cost with me, but we never talk again. I blink, and I’m 15, ravenous, researching male species. The toll to impregnate their mate. Of course he drowns his Anas Read more
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING A CIRCLE
You swim up to me pulled in by the tide of my thighs You are a minnow in the labyrinth of breast and belly round and round you fin until you reach the lacuna of my navel the cleft of my entrance the cave of generation where you lie on Read more
The Catalogue of Men
Before sunrise I’m flipping through a catalogue of men, A parade of men looking for relationships, super closeups, Guys in ball caps, blurry headed, sideways, in bed, crazy Faces with monsters, in cubicles, beside lattice fences, Strapped into car seats, in the shower, in private airplanes And parking lots, with Read more
How Do You Feel About Nudity?
I had been someone’s wife. When he died, I was someone’s widow. I could hardly breathe, carrying the weight of us in me. One pint at a time, Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra soothed, but the feeling of longing took me down, longing for us and longing now for me. Read more
Late Night
“You look tired.” Yeah. “Late night?” No….no, it’s not that. I’m tired of trying change; of trying to heal from the trauma; of trying to discover a plateau of self-acceptance; of trying to be an adequate person, and better wife; of trying to worry less about being a good mother. Read more