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Hoax
Posted on August 19, 2020 1 Comment
In the hoax tent across from me sat Dr. Patel I think. Hard to tell with that mask, but her eyes were familiar, from other days when we wore no masks and huddled together for rounds and codes and could read each others’ lips, not eyes teeming with terror. Like now. When we each caught […]
A Christmas Story
Posted on December 27, 2017 Leave a Comment
While Black Bart was getting his you were getting yours – sodium bicarb calcium gluconate D50 – not with a Red Ryder BB gun, but a triple lumen CVC, ‘as beautiful, as coolly deadly-looking a piece of weaponry as I’d ever laid eyes on.’ Bullets to save, not slay – Mannitol 3% sodium Zosyn. Your […]
Early Dismissal
Posted on February 9, 2015 3 Comments
“Keep the wipers up,” he says – I do – and yet the ice still collects to glaze my windshield, later my mittens glue. Standing wipers visible through the window’s haze, he calls to remind me warmly that this sleet will soon change to snow. “Remember to wear your hat,” he repeats, as I interrupt […]
Plush Plight
Posted on January 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
A light layer of dust may coat my eyes, but I still see you haven’t been here, and I wonder where you’ve gone. The dust cakes the crevices of your wheelchair, but I’m still soft, you know, willing to console you here on the foot of the bed, my untied sneaker dangling, my shirt neck […]
Margherita
Posted on January 22, 2015 Leave a Comment
It began as a flirtation, with me gnawing on your crunchy outer rim like a firm ring of Saturn – not colorful or rocky, but solid, circular, celestial – to me, your attraction’s main event, really, before sliding seductively underneath your middle and becoming almost an afterthought of your taste. Meshed with the red of […]
Penn Bound
Posted on January 20, 2015 Leave a Comment
I always look to your window – blurred with dirt as we depart abruptly. Eyes disoriented by the hazy platform view, heart in my throat (yes, even now), my hand slides nonchalantly off your greasy pole while I struggle to remain standing, instead stumbling forward ineptly. You’re always greasy, whether I go high or low, […]
Soon We Will be Good Friends, I Think
Posted on January 19, 2015 Leave a Comment
Below a starburst transom of sturdy weeds I rest, looking upward. Within the heavy stone touching the back of my head your grip convenes momentarily, almost on a whim, so that the tangle of my hair – pretending itself a pillow – is like the backs of the houses I see before me, exposed and […]
Begin
Posted on January 1, 2015 Leave a Comment
This day bounces off the mellowed slate, which is neither clean, nor fresh but winnowed by the past and obliged to begin again – fallibly, humbly, and hopeful that the sunlight through the blackened sticks of winter trees is the proof.
Libera me
Posted on December 5, 2014 Leave a Comment
Late November peppers the sky with cirrus clouds, blackened underneath, and suggestive of cold rain. Rain which may fall sometime soon – but not today – then, presently, a screeching-halt sunset descends, assaults, roads curving into evening, lined with empty see-through buildings illumined by the practiced forlorn of nightfall. How it skulks along the edges […]
Skylab
Posted on October 1, 2014 Leave a Comment
At this, the end of the world, I feel more English than Zadie Smith – not because of white teeth, but because there is no way to write the stories without insult. Surely there is recognition in every word, written unravelling to rest closest to the truth, otherwise clouded with nostalgia, imagined nuance. The price […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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