Both male and female, the clasp unhinged, the opening forced, the two hardened halves splay, release, relax; the wet of the neon blue gone dry and grey, one hundred…
My middle name went down in the Tyrrhenian off Anzio Beach, life jacket filling with the sea. After that, my father, split in half, would sing into the bathroom…
Here lie the femurs, drowned swimmers’ bones raised with cranes to analyze back on land under lights more clinical than this one, bleaching me, day after day, with loggerhead…
Would you believe my red if I exposed the green underneath? Would you carefully cry into my figure and mourn the wet shoulder in your wake? Don’t bother— this…
Remember October, the one pressed in your bible & that red whipping wind over the pier. Remember the heavy light of a bright dying, the compass, a magic…
To conjure love from bitterness, To plant the mint and watch it thrive, From anger capture anger’s fright, Whisk pity into empathy, To walk the dogs in fields at…