Sister

Sister hides behind brunette mantle dyed burgundy, and I wonder whether obscured amber orbs jammed inside her eye sockets are human, or glass beads that once belonged to her favorite baby doll.   Sister says, I’m cursed like Mother, and I wonder whether she owns vocal cords, or plastic mama box manufactured in Japan.  Continue reading “Sister”

Anyway, Always

Thinking about it now, I’m not the least bit sorry for the hateful shit I’d said to you eleventy years ago, when I was a kid and you fucking knew better. I rescind my apologies. Not that my sorries ever meant a good goddamn to you, anyway— they were ever only as true as yourContinue reading “Anyway, Always”

Dead Mothers Don’t Dine

I dreamt I was miniature, traveling through a labyrinthine trailer park diseased with taupe colored muck, and flip-flopping mudskippers; pectoral fins glimmered in waves, despite the sunless, flat grey ceiling of a sky. My skin screamed at the loathsome goby touch, and my mouse heart beat savagely against its cage. Panic drove my legs, andContinue reading “Dead Mothers Don’t Dine”

Intermittent Bullshit

You were goddamned gorgeous, and a fucking conundrum, my mother. When I think of all the men in your life who’d tried to solve your riddles, I laugh. The relics of those men inhabit a corner in the catacombs of my heart. I don’t want them, but each one retains a precious part of you,Continue reading “Intermittent Bullshit”

The Power of Human Connection

You are love letters sent Over landscapes and seas Underneath the heavens—   Abounding Radiance Eclipses my obscurity—   Lo lamenting heart O’ mine Violence Eviscerated by Deliverance   My friends, I thank you all for the care and kindness, the prayers and good vibes; truly, every word of encouragement and sympathy sent has helpedContinue reading “The Power of Human Connection”

Black Box

WAKE You come to me often, and I can’t take it—seeing your Cheshire smile, and glittering eyes. I’d thought dreams of you would bring me peace, but those visions of you animated, and the dulcet tones of your voice, well-remembered, bouncing against the walls of my skull only cause me agony. I hold a wakeContinue reading “Black Box”