Mummy Pendulum
April 10, 2018[…] branch on a long rope to soak up odors, storm dust, and heavy drops of rain, till the branch sags with my weight and I strain for the ground I grew on. Those who […]
[…] branch on a long rope to soak up odors, storm dust, and heavy drops of rain, till the branch sags with my weight and I strain for the ground I grew on. Those who […]
It is not that I miss you now but I miss it—when I swallowed your finger the first night and restrained myself in deference to
It happened again as I was walking through the New Hampshire woods with a woman I knew only slightly. We had been chatting amiably when the words “Mormon feminist” escaped my mouth. From the […]
who sit singly, as I do, on unkempt beds in dingy small rooms among their own litter and cast-off clothes; who slump against walls watching late-nite TV instead
I was expecting ripened avocadoes, Michael, or half-used spices—the usual throwaways before a move. Not a grocery bag of garments, unopened, each slippery package a skin you never tied on.
Her head nestled in the palm of my hand not so long ago, little lips tugged my breast, fingers pink as birthday candles
One of his had just spilled some Cheerios, and one of hers was griping over the Grapenuts. He was about to holler