One way to measure the passage of time is to count the number of days since you last had sex. I’ve lost count. I only know it’s been more than three years for me and my husband—at least with each other. I know this because
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I see a shadow at the edge of everything, dear friend, I see a darkness, anhinga with its ink wings wide. Some mornings the world smells of ocean, others of rust. Some
Allergies 2 I didn’t know you could be allergic to cold water. Reactions can range from hives to death—though yours have always been mild.Summer came late this year, the lake full of fresh
Shock On Friday before Halloween weekend I was, at long last, pregnant. I’d taken the day off to prepare for my favorite holiday and to go to my first ultrasound appointment as
The moment arrives in which I must finally acknowledge that I have not yet actuallytouched on exactly what my intimacy issues are, and it is because I am scared,I am so so
(Before B.’s death. Before M.’s diagnosis.) I. Poor us, we are all kings / when we gaze at the starry sky – Novica Tadić [I HAVE DIED] I have died at least
Particles Dark matter moves the universe away from itselfhold your breath the matter with no name
This painful stonetooth has nothing to grindagainst but sky.All your panickyrage is coffined,it’s tamped in, deeper than I amtall. Nothing to fearnow but the poison’sown loneliness,standing here,saying its charm, as if to
More than once, I have cried for what’s gone. Some nights, I wonder what happens to the dead beneath the earth: my grandfather, his body resting in one of the graves in this town where
Gates Pass At the moment of her death,the cactus wren dive-bombs her own nest.Feathers and twigs tanglein white thorns.Saguaros throw up their armsunable to slow the sun.Chollas turn lustless.Sweating and cold along
I’ve been dreaming of whales. Orcas, in water so clear and blue it makes me yearn for something I can’t place. In the dream, I’m in a kayak on the clear blue