the self-soothing white stickywe wipe our hands of only to dry, so we may peel itoff in one long strip, revealingour uniquely ugly palm. Sunday schooled, white washedhodgepodged coated strips ofthat…

The neighboorhood I lived in had perfectly cut grass and clumps of flowers, A rapist lived next door. A rapist lived around the corner. My mother required I be nice to…

Solidarity in my pill box Five meds each day Should I test fate/ith again? go from five to zero in one second flat? go off the guard rail along the mountaintop…

at the bottom end of the mouth tubesphincter held in place.like an ancient book of rules forthe white cotton masters, this puppeteer,once again              …

Mirrored reflection theirs of then’s destruction Mothers of Earth quake. Tears fill, salt redeems common landscape, or the fault is Ours. Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash

Long ago and far away, atop a mountain, Promises were made. Ideal, naive selves present. Words without witness fall too easily to the ground. Do they splash or pop? Or…