We stand around her bed—like weeds—rooted and swaying in place to the motions of her breaths. “You have her hands,” I say to my mom quietly, as she’s stroking grandma’s gracefully long fingers. Somehow this seems to be the most important detail as we drown in the yellow light of the hospital room. It’s a […]
5. the roof deck gets us close to the clouds. […]
I’m the girl who whispers Fuck you like a curse, immobilized by indecision, trepidation c a l c i f y i n g The doctor said my […]
I feel a rise in my chest that speeds up and slows down like a bird trapped inside my rib cage, wings shrinking, but not their power. I’m afraid I’m going to throw up; eyes blur, and for a moment I think I’m fainting, but it’s only the hot […]
When I was a child and learned to dress myself, I’d run around with one shoe on, the other foot trailing with a sock slipping around the ankles. I’d walk with an uneven limp, and growl “yeeesss, maaassster,” like I had seen an Igor-type do on T.V., one foot elevated inside a shoe, the other […]
My margarita glass is filled with summer; gold dripped elixir packed in ice so my wax wings cannot melt. Its salt rimmed halo sits holy on my lips as I drink back indifference and fly crookedly towards a damp new season.