Poetry

References

One time Clay and Rob at the rental shop didn’t make me pay the late fee on some cross country skis and they said maybe instead you could bring us some cookies ...

For Fuck’s Sake

“‘Everyone dies one day. Everyone. Even wolves. But not books. Not words. Words don’t die.’ --my son, 3, who is a lot smarter than I am” “Oh fuck off Rebecca ...

Barbie at 50

Her dream house doesn’t have a number. Just write 123. Put the letter in the pink plastic mailbox. She doesn’t open her door for anyone anymore. Not even th...

Therapy

I swear there’s a body in the lake. Bobbing. Somewhere. I’ve gone to the pier once a week every week for years, trying to find it again. I bring out binoculars....

To A Zoom Crush

In the white and unglamorous small box slipping off the screen, the new texture of our days beams onto us like silk screen. The next taut hour is stretched ov...

Beast Mode

is this an appropriate time to go full panic attack mode or is it not the vibe i’m looking out the window like I always do Ethel Cain was our Florida g...

My Abstraction

the moth dries on the spot, the spot marked here, abstractions were wet with viscera even when you drew a line through and through the essay, experience is kill...

Neon World

Dads shoulders were the top of the neon world Cotton candy ice cream dripping down my arms Vivid blue and vibrant pink stains all over my body Losing my teet...

Venetian Ceruse

A pliable cancer blithely swept across faces of noblewomen smearing ignorant flesh with stark virginity; painting untruths with wide brushstrokes of stee...

Summer, 1998

When gospel was found in glossy pages of magazines I pored over, lemon juice soaking my hair, I was first learning how to be somebody I was not. “Baby On...