Watch me transform a memory. It starts from the lining of my insides (lilac silk) And steam-engines through the grey matter of my brain – 

You didn’t know it yet But I was coming straight for you Running wild, flying blind periwinkle blue jet fuel throwing my hands up to

is small-town ugly. I catalogue as you drive:               one motel. one bar named Trapper’s.        

I once was a domestic,    laboring in others’ homes—    washing, watching.  And once,    at the park,    when the children wouldn’t listen,

When the light doesn’t listen, I trace its ghost across my skin: sunrise thinning like a paper heartbeat. No one teaches the body how to

Thoughts of you roughly grate against each bruised crimson seam that opens bloodily. Pooling globules out of my mind into a soiled, grease-stained pan lined

The camera blinked, remembering only her hands, an outlier in the dataset. He reconstructed her from shreds that fell like snow from the blackened sky,

I’m an English major, okay? So when you say okay and that’s all you say in response to my much longer email about you and

A spark of recognition ran through them as they tried to gauge what was already known. He sat watching her eyes searching the void between

They all said she was playing me like a two-dollar fiddle. But I never figured out if that was supposed to be a compliment I’ll

Seems the same as yesterday but hasn’t The sun put on earrings? Haven’t those clouds Filled their bellies? Looking at you is like Seeing the

sitting on the porch thigh to thigh, smoking a cigarette in the golden hour, looking into your clear blue eyes, you say my dark eyes

A hollow ledge— that’s all that’s left of us after your love drifted out with the tide. A small and lonely pool clings to the

The shadows come crawling, black-lipped and brine-soaked, like grief rolling in from the sea – our backs turned to the salt, the ache, the waterfront

Yesterday you kissed me like you knew your number was up, like you were about to be drafted. You kissed me like my kids were