Start with the pockmarked rind, plunging fingers into unfiltered sunlight. Feel the juices sink into the well-worn spirals of your skin, staining them a musty orange. Believe that it is Jupiter you are tearing open, rather than a thing needed for survival. Next, peel away the sticky, sallow threads
Flopped in the armchair, I’m folded in half under a blanket, clam-shelled over criss crossed legs. The applesauce on the stove is bubbling. Soon you won’t even have to chew the chunks. Soon we’ll put cinnamon on top. My wife— I still hold this idea gently, it’s wings haven’t dried yet—
Settle into the dream world. See the living room of your childhood home. I know, your parents just sold that house and split the money, but pretend for a moment— yes, by the out-of-tune light brown piano you used to cry over. Look in your arms, your baby brother, dark curly hair, sunshine-warm fac
this land–it’s mine, buried in my bones, deep as kinship and covered in stone. my hands in earth soil-stained fingers seeking life, seeking what’s after death? seeking guard let down, thoughts quieted, woodsmoke-warm mugs bringing peace. but it’s cold outside and the wind is angry and the ea
I. If I could measure: the words that spill out of my mouth, reckless like a flooded stream, how many of the waves would have your name written on them? And how long, would the stretch of the riverbed be, hidden deep beneath the foaming current, that has the feeling of my hands on your […]
When I rest my eyes, I’m back, hair slicked into a knob, sweat gathered at the edge of my face. I stare at myself in the mirror, but I see you. Your dark eyes glinting at me, your lips running with stories, smiles, and sweet kisses at the edge of my hairline, sweaty or not. […]
Quantifying the Complexity of Molars using Surface Scans: what can I extrapolate about you from your teeth? K-tuple landmark identification— I will trace each jagged minima and maxima. Categorize chip, stain, abscess. Source: fear or desire? —requires high expertise domain knowledge. I will spen
At summer camp They sold strawberry shortcake ice cream bars And maybe it was the scarcity Or the novelty of having money But I could’ve sworn the joy of summer tasted like that sweetness on my tongue I bought one tonight At the gas station After getting my heart dashed on the rocks And they [&hel
My halmeoni didn’t grow up here didn’t know what words meant good and bad so I grew up knowing that you look fat meant your outfit is nice shut up meant thank you –I know and hundreds of other quips that tore me down to build me up in her image–her idea of what success […]
Cloaked in wool, you are divine. Your crystal eyes shine green as spring. My meager words may ruin, poor spirit have I. Want for words to sing….I love you. I walk you through the snow to lakes of ice that snatch the sun. I hold your face, my heart aglow, and kiss with love that’s […]
