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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 ...

The Devotion of St. Teresa of Ávila

In the cloister, God loomed like the flu: a kissing game, God the dare-you-do. But real sickness arrived like an invitation slipped under the door, so for Teresa devotion was easy as eating with a dirty spoon— the divine as germ, fear as germination. Her body ...

Badlands / The Lakehouse

  You’re tempted to find God in every abandoned landscape: twist of black road snaking through dry grass, shroud of white hotel cotton, blank heaven that cannot conjure cloud. Your blood chased his fingerprints for mile after unmapped mile: suprasternal notch, scapula, Devil’s Tower. His every ...