To my mother, as she ages,

poetry
  Give me the finger you burnt while making us toast. Give me your sunken eyes in the morning, and the worn soles of your feet at night. Give me…

The Architecture We Were Born Into

poetry
   —in “Latino,” by Leticia Hernández-Linares Portuguese was one of the seven deadly jubilations, kept close at hand, away from, the morcela made in hiding as meu pai loaded the…

Red Sky

poetry
  on her fifty-second birthday, my dad asks my mom if she’d like to have sex. No, and by the way, I’ve never liked sex anyway. they whisper but they…

Story of My Sky

poetry
  To the people, food is the sky — Ban Gu, Eastern Han Dynasty, The Book of Han   Our sky was limited when I was young, quota stamps for…

Rust

poetry
  I was never very good at fishing. I'm thinking about a single speck of blood: long & drawn out. Someday is a funny little thought that keeps my horizon…

Nectar

poetry
  Then each bud was a gem left in the sun, ungathered. What names the men had given slipped or burned like dew. We knew the words had once been…

Preservative

poetry
  She has licked her children’s tears off their faces or her own when they came that close to her. She has eaten sleep taken from the inner corners of…

Give and You Shall Receive

poetry
  After our widowed mother’s funeral, my brother and I pick through her stuff. Feeling like grave robbers, we sort keepers from discards. I start finding the presents I gave…

Callisto

poetry
  disambiguation Callisto may refer to a dead moon or a girl in a bear suit. Girl in a bear suit may refer to itself & its reverse, a recursion…

Callisto

poetry
  & the mad honey Last night I dreamt I went to Dairy Queen again I went to the grocery store & stress-ate fistfuls of cavolo nero & no one…

Gender Diagram VI

poetry
+++++++++ +++++++++breathe into your Gender +++allow your Gender to soften with each exhalation ++++++hold your Gender in for a count of four ++++++++++++pause +++++++++let your Gender out for a count…

to the girl who once was me

poetry
  I find comfort in the rhythm ++++++of the tide’s twice-daily cycle, ++++++++++++covering, then revealing ++++++++++++over ten feet of snails and seaweed, ++++++slippery rock. This long, slow breath a constant…