Fishing

By - Oct 2, 2019

She rattled on enthusiastically about the pros and cons of ordering chocolate, vanilla, or swirl. When we selected swirl, she screamed that we’d made a great choice.

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Corroboration

By - Sep 26, 2019

That’s how people were these days most often, though not my mother. I heard her cooing even as they tickled off her flesh.

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Five Poems

By - Sep 23, 2019

Turning a crank

on the side of my head

& shooting diamonds

out of my eyes

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Havana, 3PM

By - Sep 10, 2019

I watch your mouth
swallow the fruit
  
as I caress your head.

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Sorry, No Blues Magoos

By - Sep 3, 2019

They give me the freedom to do this, this thing they call telling the truth. Summon me. I promise to do the chores.

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Everybody’s Darling

By - Aug 22, 2019

I am intruding—I am an intruder—how unsavory mother would find it. I open the drawer of a dark wood chest and I see them. A sea of pinks and whites, offwhites and yellows. Silk, lace, small blankets, warm serviettes.

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Snowball Jr.

By - Aug 14, 2019

The cooks and local policemen came by to see her on her shifts. Her necklaces got tangled in the skin tags on her neck. She begged me to mash cysts on her back.

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Four Poems

By - Aug 12, 2019

the brilliant Sophie
forsaking introductions
before an audience of philistines 

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Mr. Corpulent Wants Polaroid Proof

By - Aug 5, 2019

He’ll pinch his photos with fat fingers and wave them about. The body will develop into something creamy. I’ll make him crop out the skull, per our agreement.

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A Brief and Volatile Period

By - Jul 29, 2019

Is there mayonnaise in that? a woman—a stranger—asked. Her sharp chin jutted down at his potato salad. The lenses of her sunglasses were gigantic, giving her face the appearance of an insect.

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The Contagious Abortion of Cattle

By - Jul 23, 2019

They called it the Bacillus abortus of Bang, no joke. Stockmen and dairymen shot up in the night to a pounding at the door, a light on in the barn. 

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Don’t Think It Be Like It Is

By - Jul 15, 2019

Then, I’d just finished work on a novel, the publication of which I’d been assured would change my life. I was pre-diagnosis, drinking in moderation. The night before, I’d gone on my second date with the woman who’d never heard of Phil.

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