We Lived This Way For Years

time slipped from our grasp and like a moony girl we clung harder to our holy texts filtering out life’s variegated strings, jaws of spit tautening in the crevices a mouth wishing only for a better pair of breasts. candles melted at windowsills the heart rolled in the earth’s slip — judgement, self-flagellation, pity — … Continue reading We Lived This Way For Years

The Ending Is A Sharp Point To How I Was

my mother tells me about the symmetry of the roses on her own mother’s headstone how they hold within that ancient compressed animal her spirit — and in the end we are sitting on a bench in the garden I blunting the silence seeded between her and my childhood — the wind snapping the echinacea … Continue reading The Ending Is A Sharp Point To How I Was