Wishing on the Solid Gold Inamorato
I was probably a maniac beyond salvation. That’s why I needed to meet with the Solid Gold Inamorato.
Clinging
I’ve never encountered these strange invaders, these garden jellyfish that cling to me.
Two Poems
The past is an animal with its teeth bared.
ON WORLDBUILDING
and she’ll never die, and we won’t either.
Your DNA Results Are In & the Researchers Send Their Condolences
you have a mother, but you do not have a mother. / we can see that on the tests.
EARL
Nothing / about my grandfather was soft, // though he planted fruit trees / in improbable climates.
Girl and Her Spiders
I knew what a brown recluse spider looked like before I ever met a queer person my age.
Lord Randall
At first it’s just a low feeling at the base of your tum, a knot being tied, but then it tugs like a rope being pulled at both ends by a pair of black hogs
The Other Mary Owen
She imagines the Other Mary Owen sunning herself on a terrace in Mykonos, reservations purchased with the real Mary’s stolen credit card.
The Bone House
Everyone knows when you build a bone house that you start with the front.