Every night, you sleep on my neck. Contentment seeps through our chakras. Every night, you sleep on my neck. Contentment seeps through our chakras. Your serene breaths and dreams of banana chips and walnut pieces and slow pats on the head, in that flat little plateau...
Low dirt path parts Loch Awe as a helix unbinding. We walk like thistled mutants to Kilchurn ruins. Low dirt path parts Loch Awe as a helix unbinding. We walk like thistled mutants to Kilchurn ruins. Us more ice and pine sap than salt or lanolin, but whisky, yes,...
. . . I found a pair of velvet-coated antlers, three fingers reaching from an open palm still throbbing with platelet’s hot breath . . . I found a pair of velvet-coated antlers, three fingers reaching from an open palm still throbbing with platelet’s hot breath as...
The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the middle like some carpenter’s unlucky thumb. Philomela The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the...
With her new magic, she makes you invisible. With her new magic, she makes you invisible. The women with black eyes do not see you, in your bare sleeves, your tired, unmarked face. The women with black eyes can say doorknob. Can say staircase and fell down. She...
We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness of our bodies. We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness...
I don’t remember much of the train, but I remember William who gave me his engraved penknife at the station I don’t remember much of the train, but I remember William who gave me his engraved penknife at the station that spring in Pisa. Jordan at the other end in...
When I finish my first book, I wonder who'll blurb the unsubstantiated blows my father landed upside my head. “An unforgettable voice in fiction.” When I finish my first book, I wonder who'll blurb the unsubstantiated blows my father landed upside my head. “An...
When I finally told you that my first boyfriend raped me, I was worried you would be mad When I finally told you that my first boyfriend raped me, I was worried you would be mad I hadn’t told you sooner. You and Dad believed so innocently that you could keep me safe...
I’ve heard there is a room where hooded women enter, writing dates on the wall with the torn edge of their finger. I’ve heard you can cipher the numbers to bodies, to the graceless edge of some men’s beds. Is I’ve heard there is a room where hooded women enter,...