A Bride for a Flood
I had no name for what I wanted. Not this. Desire / As sudden as cool milk in the breasts of a virgin.
Not Bruise, Not Eggplant
wandered into the garden to / find what there was to reap and —
Diptych: A Mr. 7 Hands Screwdriver and an Octopus Open Up About Their Relationship
As you can probably imagine, the hardest part was we never knew what to do with that eighth tentacle.
Sacrament
Christ’s body — yes, only bread, but still
this idea of a man in your hands.