I was probably a maniac beyond salvation. That’s why I needed to meet with the Solid Gold Inamorato.
I’ve never encountered these strange invaders, these garden jellyfish that cling to me.
The past is an animal with its teeth bared.
and she’ll never die, and we won’t either.
you have a mother, but you do not have a mother. / we can see that on the tests.
Nothing / about my grandfather was soft, // though he planted fruit trees / in improbable climates.
I knew what a brown recluse spider looked like before I ever met a queer person my age.
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
She imagines the Other Mary Owen sunning herself on a terrace in Mykonos, reservations purchased with the real Mary’s stolen credit card.
Everyone knows when you build a bone house that you start with the front.