Kristen Brida

This Could Have Happened to You

We were outside an antiques and oddities shop, somewhere in New Hampshire, when I said, Look, it’s not my fault, it never was my fault and it will never be my fault. He danced his fingertips up and down the ...

How it Goes

It would be nice, all these years later, for her to write down how it got to this point. But on her page, there are only the words of Leonard Cohen—words, it seems, everyone quotes now: There is a crack ...

The Contact Imperative

She emerges wearing a welder’s mask (I try not to stare) because the blood will splatter under her electric drill—a Black & Decker used to filter flesh and bone from infection, keening into the body, uninvited. She is a dyke, short and mean. Tuesdays, I file ...

4 Poems

The kind of thing I see in movies/memories when there are dark basements involved. He sat on the small of her back, cupped her chin with one palm, her forehead with the other, forced her to watch the video. Consider the ...