thirteen

Four years old and your sister just drowned in the community swimming pool. Do you know? You don't know, baby, you're four and everyone is crowding your kitchen with loud voices and covered dishes and you can't even see your mother through it all, but you know that she was crying, and it's making your … Continue reading thirteen

could you fathom

the first looked at the worldwith eyes that saw nothing,somehow less than nothing,as the echoing heartbeat of emptiness traced itself across her skin. the second looked at the worldwith a soul that saw everything,so much more than everything,as a bright and breathless infinity hovered just beyond her grasp. neither could fathom the heavy syllablesthat it … Continue reading could you fathom

marching again

and february has fallen through the cracks—the ground gives way beneath your feetas the world stretches,uncertain in this new warmth,gazing at what once was dyingand remembering how to be alive. every breath is shredded grass and loose soil,early mosquitoes and comfortable shoes,restless afternoons that twist themselves apart,torn between clinging to winter’s lifeless handsand longing to … Continue reading marching again

one, two, three

It's the kind of colorless evening where the sun has refused to peek out from beneath its blanket of clouds, painting the world in a strange silver light that seems to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.Flying things fill the air—crows that shout into empty space with wings silhouetted against the sky, small creatures … Continue reading one, two, three