Poetry
Is It Rude to Tell Men That You Don’t Is it rude to tell men that you don’t love them just the idea of them what if we don’t even love living but just the idea of living pictures always look lovely but wasn’t …
Poetry
… what those lost enthrallments meant. He knows they weren’t false, though behind the last unlocked knob, a chalk-faced …
Poetry
… my bones have ground fine like my mother’s if I promise I come by them honestly will you swap out my joints or— will … shall I tell you I obeyed my doctors or— will I present as combative and what if we pretend I’m a man and what if our … if I’m late can I run to catch it will I catch it before I die will I take hikes with radiant butches will I be better …
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… pretty, too, but mom says makeup is inappropriate for funerals. I thought if I sat you on my lap, your eyelids might … I want him. We never have sex, but it feels like we do. You died, I haven’t lived out the ages since. I find a fuller …
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… Greger (1923–2015) I. West of Chekhov A month since Father died. Back in our old house, sisters, where were we? Desert …
Poetry
An Engine That Won’t The town, my dear, is closing down: dead- Bolts slipping into their sleeves, cicadas insisting Like so many typewriters, drunk girls sleeping In their shoes. Without you, the house begs For disaster, love: extension cord nest, …