Self-Portrait as Jessica with Phoropter and Ursa Minor I. It was like following a map that line by line erased itself until one day it
Author: Dayna Patterson
first remember the folded self paper layers a nesting being unfulfilled perhaps there is a bird thereat
Thus began a long period of acceptance: bone marrow nourishes blood vessels, tortured anatomy, rehabilitation. How fingernails keep growing after death. Bird’s beaks do the
Cross-legged on the hospital bed, you explain to me how every page in your journal can be read like a palindrome and about the bridge
Eastern Horizon The morning isolated the water, that ten o’clock eventually electrical where the north gave birth to disaster. And if we flash on a
THEY SAY THE (MUSLIM) BAN IS TEMPORARY But I’ve decorated my home, she says And what if they make us leave? I know it sounds
In April snow lingers like a drought.
[S]omeone I can’t dream has left this body
I frame you like a museumed artifact, safe from thievery and me.
Dear broken bread.
Dear broken skull.