Mother’s second husband whose fingernails find purchase in her neck draining the stars from her veins.
Purple Gameboy
Abundant Peace; This Is the Hour of Change; The Myth of Ithaca; At My Desk in the Guest Bedroom; Miracle at the Dining Room Table
My son pauses the game to say, “One time the wind was blowing so hard
you could even see it. It was gray, and it pushed against you when you walked.”
Sound of Secrets: Just a Body; Will I Be?; Aanya; The Feast; They Told You Not to Write
I imagine I am laid out On a table. Like a banquet. Very pretty. Wearing a flowing dress. Spread beneath my inert body Waves of gauzy, ref filmy cloth tease pale skin...
a collection of fantastic spatial nightmares; Self-Portrait as a Haunted House; Nine of Wands; the moon missed being in this one
release me from page & ink. from story.
from the value of fragility found in silence
& the blush of petals against sky. & within
the release i find it. the brilliant. the just. me.
Ghost; Walking the Horse; Last Call; House Ships; Bardo
When I change the sheets
in the bed where you slept
I see you still there.
Closure; In the daily survival of the unfortunate; My lover takes me; In the murky undercurrents of living; The desire to be lonely
In this country, a father walks out & never returns. Truth! & a mother is a shadow. In the night, she covers the home
with her body. Her fingers are nimble for the tears she must hide.