Open me up wide with a metal beak to reach my inner female sanctum. Pencil thin, long as an arm, metal needle? To tug the strings of… Read more “Removing Uterine Control”
He paves a path through morning dew in search of apples. Little legs, though not as little as they use to be. Crows of sheep and points… Read more “A Little Walk”
Tell me why he wants nothing but apple juice. Cheese is not an art form, and neither are feces. Please don’t kill the cat, and also don’t… Read more “How Can I Love Him?”
I find the sound of your tiny snores ease my darkest nights. A profile of long lashes and bits of polished sky– bits of me. But I… Read more “Light my Nights”
I remember that striped shirt. The one my father wears. My little baby had barfed all over mine, so he gave me one of his from the… Read more “Baby Barf”
Father says that like our ancestors who left the homeland to seek out better opportunity, he is leaving the States to a country that’s poor, but desperate,… Read more “What Father Says About Living”
I reach through the darkness and touch a soft baby arm.