where have you been?
I’ve been in the desert.
I’ve been inside the skeleton
of a UFO that somebody abandoned here. Continue reading
A concrete floor floods above the rug
and then sets for a while –
the stagnant reflection of paper
on the walls. You once swallowed
a love letter so that your belly
would expand and be full.
the deer lies down in the snow.
she imagines she’s in the ocean,
bending at the knees. she imagines
a faraway brown boat. Continue reading
My uncle started beating my aunt when she
started to show. Continue reading
It had begun to rain—
the street, slick with haplessness.
The Jefferson Corridor, exactly how I remembered it—
forlorn by potholes. Continue reading