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Ode to a Pink Candle’s Joy
O drippy dilly-dally- dancy mistress of love- mancy, spark in me your secret to sloughing off your form. O sweet-soot, singe my dysphoria-dipped edges, puddle my teenage shame on the floor. O paraffin prophetess, promise me a future where I flow like you, know like you that the warmth I seek glows deep in my […]
Catch Me If You Can
Everything seems peaceful and under control. We sit on the floor of our apartment, wooden blocks and toy trucks passing between us as we create projects guided by Aaron’s imagination. A fanciful, even abstract, version of the George Washington Bridge rises from the wooden floor in tribute to the most recognizable landmark of our neighborhood. […]
Trimming the Fat
While a week’s worth of laundry spins inside my mother’s washing machine, we swipe through potential matches on that dating app, the one for post-menopausal women seeking love or something like it, a close mimic. Her desires are clear enough. Retired male, preferably her height or slightly taller, bird boned and big brained, her exact […]
Secondhand Smoke
A melancholy song plays as lights rise on the living room of a house in a Chapel Hill, North Carolina retirement community. The room is furnished with chairs and two couches, two dog bowls labeled “BRUCE”, and end tables holding varied ashtrays.
these prickly troops got my back
we took an arizona hiking trek drove through the mountains— a phrase which is the perfect exhibition for our species’ destructive capacity and while we didn’t make the road we still made use of it following the winding asphalt not knowing where it’d lead nor where we ourselves were headed but somehow still knowing this particular pursuit would prove worthwhile. we made so many stops: frequent […]
Letters to Birdie
Birdie, how long has it been? It feels like an eternity. After high school I saw you a couple of times coming back home to the lake, boating and skiing, going out on the jet-skis, sunbathing on your dock, right next to ours. Then poof.