Poetry

You Wanted Me to Fly

You wanted me to fly. Has it always been your fantasy? That my ungainly limbs would slip the noose of gravity and find some supple grace amidst the stars? That you could tuck my brain inside a jar, enfold my mind within the perfect plastics of a spaceship, shear away unruly flesh from interstellar dreams? […]

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Convalescence

Sparse terrain. I took the drugs today. They’re a necessity, like my breathing tube. The drugs make everything clear. Still, there are mornings when I look at them: small, ovoid forms; oral pharmaceuticals. I roll them between my fingers, look out the window, see red dirt pile everywhere, see red dirt like my brain’s own […]

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the body argonautica

the sun is drowning in my throat burning her way down and leaving in her wake bright welts and brief splashes of milk-white scar tissue strained through with saturnalian blues, violet, bitter carmine and sunrise flush of searing hydrogen, all mapped out by your curious hands, teeth, tongue, your bitten lips tools of cosmography my […]

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Ctenophore Soul

A soul is birthed sealed shut. Trembling, fragile membrane cocoons the glistening fluid, clear and rich with possibles: ichor mixed with tears. Gentle, now; surface tension. Clutch your shimmering, sea-jelly soul that caught sunlight in its depths somewhere. If it still remains unbroken, make a tear— just enough for the soul-stuff to trickle out into […]

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core/debris/core

My skin peels in oozing scales: tar, cinnamon, H2O, ferrum, CO2, reverberation of how dare you show yourself in public, hide it under wraps! it must smell when whole galaxies fall scraped off, blood into void, covering all in volcanic ash unseemly to talk about skin flare spreading to my fingers, growing spaceships out of the debris […]

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Expecting a Dinosaur

For Ada Hoffman 1 No one ever expects a dinosaur. 2 Especially not on a small town street— pounding the pavement with deadly clawed feet. 3 From beneath one of those feet, painful groans. Those nearby shrieked, but then stifled their moans. They knew what to do. They pulled out cell phones. 4 Could social […]

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The Year We Got Rid of Our Ghosts

Hands full of safe, we burned a blaze in every doorway, traced the lines of each other, left saltwater in corners, washed the floors with our own intentions, rose petals and lavender trailing behind. Your house, its windows shut, its door locked, smoke drifting from the chimney, proof of life, threadbare and quickly vanishing. How […]

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