we’ve eaten the ozone again now, the only ethical source of consumption in america is the dream. i awake with oil clotting menstruation-like between my toes, sealing me to the bed already wet with bloody…
Browsing Category Poetry
“Field with Miscarriage” and “Segmentation Notes”
Field with Miscarriage Your body spills acrossthe wheat. Empty husked, silver podded. Glisteningbefore dark. Your ash clings like blame to my fingers,the cellophane bag we brought you home in.Terrible, to choke on your airborne body,…
Gone Rogue
In middle school, our hygiene teacher Mrs. Miller warned the girls about rogue sperm: they infest all the swimming pools and ponds, they inhabit the shower (don’t take one after…
“Waiting for the Sun” and “Pulling Weeds”
Waiting for the Sun in Upstate New York, smeared with Criscoand a silver sun catcher unfolded across my chest,I think I have it all figured out.I’m 17 and plan to have a big house like…
