The 24-hour pharmacy line is too long, wavy drunk, so Paula Cole stares at the carpet (which isn’t gray but also somehow definitely is) when it comes on, her most successful song—a banger, really. In drops the string of do-do-do, …
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Cake
The baby was sleeping when the front door slid open. Rachel was in the kitchen baking a cake, rummaging in the cupboards for icing sugar. She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and when she turned, …
Score III // Litany of Torture
At the museum is a bronze dagger hilt presented as a fragment
looted before any god bound pleasure to books. You swam north.
We had questions. Quickening were years between war then
rumors of people packed into a cave, singing. …
At the Mention of Grief: All Queer Confess
Lust as corporal punishment, implies we kneel on each other for pleasure.
boy: a gadget I stomach on sighting my father watch me pull the least
non-binary stunt I’m capable of.
I— double-edged pronoun, perishable filth
Pa tells me— ‘snithe …
…and, Joan Crawford left her daughter & lucency
… and, Joan Crawford left her daughter
nothing
in her will,
not even
a wire hanger.
lucency
amongst a breathless, debilitating,
incapacitating,
panic attack
i
told
myself
not …
Trans Icons from the Farm
I’m all read up on Frans de Waal and Temple Grandin, long since well-convinced of animal consciousness. Herein I contend their ontologies too are more complicated than we give due for. Nature simplifies, yes, but does not flatten.
Out on …
The Days Have Shed Their Names, March 27th, 2020
I’m here, there, shuffling from the living room to the kitchen.
What’s a living room? We do our living here? Ok, fine. Let’s say we do. My slippers scuff, scuff, scuff because I don’t bother with shoes too much now. …
Woman, Bird, Star & Brown sun and house top
Woman, Bird, Star
I closed myself within myself purposely.
The first method by which I tried to contain
miracles was to bind them to me with bandages.
I saw how the rest were living, under canary
yellow skies. But not …
The Lady Baguette
She didn’t mind, she told me– to nourish, to sustain– this is the role of the mother, and how the body is made. Women who become mothers nurse their children, and mothers who become baguettes nurse the world. Should I …
Children of the Stones
“‘Children of the Stones,’ that’s what they called us.” I am sitting with one of the children of the first Palestinian Intifada. Now he is a man with some grey hair on the sides of his head.
Back in 1987, …
