School Days
They left the couch, a show about child prodigies gone insane in their twenties, and in her room he pulled…
When I Say Grief
after Meredith Martinez My husband left me in February. He left with my love in his hands, and I walked…
This is the spot where –
The moonlight-sequinned sea says There’s something I want to tell you. I walk on, pretending not to hear, fling a…
Korean History
My lover says that they’ll give me 380 words before saying goodbye forever, and it’s380 words because she’s going to…
At the Clown’s Birthday Party
After cake and ice cream, the guests, in their painted smiles and polka dot attire, settle in to watch the…
Mausoleum of Gloaming
Crypt 1: Broomstick Skirts In robes of shell pink sunset over woodland hills, girls float the river to dance on…
What My Hands Remember
The vibration of the harvest gold phone that hung from our kitchen wall the last Sunday you called. Mom’s fingernails…
Fastball
Thinking about how she flung a softball right into my dad’s eye. How with her he was like helluva pitch,…
Departures
A plane ploughs through the clouds as she scrubs and cleans the plugholes in the washbasins and the kitchen sink…
Yellow Straw, Red Straw
At some point, we’ll forget the rabbit’s name, how it came to die, the rush we were in to bury…
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