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…

   —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…

  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…

  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…

  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…

  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…

  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…

  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…

  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…

  & 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…

+++++++++ +++++++++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…

  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…