‘where reality and subconsciousness overlap and everything blends.’
We return to find
the magnolia still
bruising itself into blossom.
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
Those are some peoples’ stories, some peoples’ histories, but they aren’t ours.
When did writing
become such a warm meeting place?
Hamamatsu: home of unagi pie –– a biscuit made of eel.
Iwakuni: bridge of Samurai –– beer with strangers under blossom.
You die if you worry, die if you don’t. I laughed the first time he said it. I hadn’t heard it before.
We made the heads of Styrofoam
so not to be too heavy on their frail necks.
Hearts? Simply-fashioned, from lumps of stone.
An exploration of the impact of literature about eating disorders on readers. TW: Discussion of eating disorders and self harm.
Finding them dead on returning from vacation,
she flushed her six African Cichlids.
The last three nights, I dreamt I was a sail
Lifted, swept and thumped from here to there.