Living inside a battered paper cup I dance for the sake...
One night, a long time ago, I lay half asleep in...
I’m the girl with hallowed ashes flaking from her hair.
No, don’t tell me this vignette is finally over
While manly jaws masticate shiny sandwiches Shovel whatever tends to be...
Get a dog. Walk twice daily. Dread its passing. With writing,...
I can see a mouth open in a hole under the...
There is no smell left in the living room and that’s...
The Maybe Baby will be a masterpiece of conceptual art, so say...
Monday. Much trust in irrigation. Rain on the streets. Inside, couches
These are the cages I keep where I harbor all the...
My earliest memory is of a train station, semi-open arched frosted...