after Archibald MacLeish Don’t you dare tell me who I should be my intentions palpable as armpit hair but never...
—or not. I told you it is alright to open the window, since we are on a higher floor, and...
He keeps finding these incorrect spaceslittle ribbon-veins tied around pink flesha coquette lifeblood flirting with the gapsbetween heartbeats. There is...
in the quietest hour, I sever strings of barbed wire from their homes. I am braiding them together, slow and...
When I get my haircut I like to imagine The barber is you. I don’t notice the Eminem playing or...
To my many siblings, the alive and lingering. He cooks sticky rice cakes, brings orchids and forsythias in from the...
I. I laugh when I realize you’re also noticing the near-naked men in leather harnesses on elevated platforms, everyone feigning...