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Snow White, Rose Red After Anne Sexton No matter what life you lead the body is an engine that must be fed; caviar or beetroot, the inner furnace stoked. There are other hungers, in a village of immigrants: empty bellies, like brown dogs, are everywhere. But there is a cost. And so there were two […]
water —after “the way fingers know the keys starless night” by Uncle Tommy died and Dad told me seven years later / another door he kept locked / to a room dark as a starless night / as if Tommy were still camped on our living room couch after coming back from Vietnam / don’t […]
MythologyIn those days, the wooden drawers of card catalogs still led us to the books we thought we needed, and if we were lucky, to the miracle of cross-references.The rumor was that deep in the Widener Library stacks,in Scandinavian Literature, a blanket more epic than Freyr’s magic Skíðblaðnir guaranteed lovers who tussled under its fibersthe […]
Those little clementine cuties might be my new favorite fruitbecause what other snack starts with using your nails to rip something open, tearing layers from skin, and the scent fill the whole room, leaves my fingertips stained orange and fragrant I like digging my nails into something in the process of desiring it, pith left […]
