My Face in Transition from Girl to Woman
Sullen, baffled, stunned, resentful.And where there had been a piquant child,now a torso burned with parcels—a kid carrying her mother’s packages—breast, breast, side-hip, side-hip,buttock, buttock.I did not know that my…
A City with No Name
When I came to see my friend in Redeemerthe patients called me by my occupation: Visitor. Visitor, will you hang your coat on this high hook?Visitor, would you like to…
Astronomical Winter
It has come to my attention that the heart-shaped rocksare missing. The ones I remembered them by—those who have gone before. Gone before meaning to some other place I have…
Being and Time
Gerunds only pretend to stillness. But let the callersay green light and turn her back, even for a second: the statues will advance on her. You can’t undoongoingness. That’s how…