September 21, 2022
I am thinking about the woman I met, a friend of a friend, who told me how her intestines were removed so her baby could be born.
October 12, 2021
I am not my mother’s daughter. I am a poet. I ride a bicycle.
June 29, 2021
Your blood’s like Bolognese.
June 01, 2021
They'll tell you, go to college, but mostly, they don't mean to study; they mean for the M.R.S. degree. They'll tell you, what—you thought it was free?
February 16, 2021
Have you come to the part of your life in which you contemplate your mother’s bones?
July 30, 2020
At his room next morning they said, “He wanted us to tell you he was always thirsty. Now what do you figure that’s about?”