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Darling Daughter

Darling Daughter, When they want to cleave your bark to read your rings, hack away at your outermost with steel edges, accuse you of a petticoat conspiracy that you are a part of because we are all a part of it ...

Discount

This building is a pink and past-stained fossil— dear no one— that costs twenty-two dollars and a billion years. Entry: admittance, hello, free passage, the sliding of memory into a charnel house. Dear scar we deem dirty and cover dear fake construction paper sun we ...

Elegy for My Child / Current

  It didn’t take long for you to go missing. I roll over and tap the window. Each fat whisker of rain stains the glass black, a skinny-streamed feather. Once, your body was so small we couldn’t wrap you tight enough in a blanket. How you howled to ...

Vermont, Early Spring

In April snow lingers like a drought. The crocuses that sprouted are re-buried. The clematis’ buds freeze over and the vine remains brown and woody. Inside my mother’s house, new cream-colored curtains. When the cat climbs them, she is banished to the barn. The horses’ coats keep their ...

Bravado

1. Threadbare Springtime does need me—in silhouette, smeared Across a backdrop of pastoral bloom & rot. I make my days heady the best way I know how, Carving out my nights with a dull blade Until the sun slits the day in two. Slack-jawed, when I ...