On the stovetop, a half eaten blueberry pie from one of our nightly Meijer runs. Leftover fries and half a burger (probably spoiled now) in the fridge (you know, the ones from the Irish pub where you didn’t order a drop of alcohol, told me you haven’t felt anything since you stopped drinking, and I […]
Biology Exam I // Sunday
some day is different from someday. I don’t know how. Both are just as abstract, deferring responsibility . I will do better tomorrow I will love you better some day, someday when I no longer want to . I did not cram for my biology exam thoughts escaped me like particles through protein channels, passive […]
Disruptions
there are men with guns across the street some women, too; in uniforms weapons propagated on forearms leashed dogs and blockading cop cars scene is not safe, the first thing they teach you in EMT school I turn back to my phone screen . he’s getting existential again I read the message, ask if he’s […]
when you don't want her
fragile after I miss you terribly rusting wedding bands a cold bed ink that never dries and after— issuing commands between pills makes estrangement heroism; I wrote you a letter every day even so, you remained with her, an ocean away
Fragmentation of a Semi-Whole Woman
I jam my key into the ignition, starting the car and wishing I had five minutes earlier to give it a chance to warm up. The car alarm beeps for a moment. I snap my seatbelt on, cutting the noise. The steering wheel feels like ice against my naked fingers. If I were in a […]
Pilgrims
were on the shades when I left this morning, the bitter cold biting my cheeks. Threw my voice in the wind prayed it wouldn’t come back until you come . back. They were on the shades when I left, blots of ink on white plastic peering through the slats at all the bodies I’ve collected […]
The Sound of Snowfall
I don’t see my sister enough to argue with her. Not once we became adults, anyway. Of course, like any pair of siblings (maybe any pair of sisters, so close together in age, they’re often confused for being twins) our childhood was a string of disputes. The earliest I remember was my golden-haired sister chucking […]
