Stomach-Something

Stomach-Something

The growth inside you, you can only guess exists– the strengthening malignant allium a tumor blossomed & when your stomach fails to digest you leave your house in pain to meet me at the bar & fuck, you needed a job with benefits but I, too, lack insurance...
Family Reunion

Family Reunion

My mother and I are reclined in cerulean blue beach chairs while the Sun bakes our bodies a golden brown. Between us rests an ice-cold YETI, the closest we’ll get to the Himalayan monster. A child nearby is wailing. He sits crossed-legged and red-cheeked, lamenting...
Color by Number

Color by Number

Past the sunset, we’re in pursuit of leftover angles. After I work and pray I might tell you slowly I can’t make my living in the latest wilderness. Armed with a penchant, for every known answer, I refused to wonder about life recorded in piles of sketches. But...
There is a Scene in Johnny Guitar

There is a Scene in Johnny Guitar

I have only seen Johnny Guitar once. Years ago, at the height of Tyler’s fondness of Joan Crawford, it was screening at an art house on Colfax that still ran film prints. There is a scene that stuck with me. I don’t remember when it happens—only that it is morning and...
Are You My Karma?

Are You My Karma?

It’s late tonight. The lights are out. The time has come to check each route. Stealthily checking every door. Windows and balconies, once ignored.   Drumming my fingers, nodding off Still waiting for a single cough. A sign of life my kids are there. Just one more...
Girl on Ice

Girl on Ice

Her name is Sarah. She knows that because it’s on her driver’s license. Sarah Brighton. It’s the same name that’s on her library card. The two pieces of identification she found in her handbag that is blue cloth, beaded, with a drawstring top. She knows her name, and...