HER/HIS story MC sits on a hard chair shaking her head. It is pre-summer 2013 and MC’s big breasts fall out of MC’s flowered razorback bra. MC’s black thong swings up from MC’s black yoga pants. It is 11:06 am and horns are honking on the avenue. Later, when MC will be eating cornbread casserole […]
His Murphy bed dropped from the wall in that Arizona studio apartment. While he watched Miami Vice.Ed wash the teacups, wipe counters. clear away his MIS textbooks. Bight PM sharp:catching glimpses of Don Johnson’s world between dishes and dusting. Espadrilles with no socks. silk t-shirts.Bangladesh to AZfiltered through pink and palm trees on his twelve-inch […]
I am the only one alone on this train,watching families cluster, friends laugh.Mile Post Seventy-Two slides past the window,avalanche protection standing guard. Morning haze from last night’s forest firescents the air like distant campfires.I missed the bus downtown yesterday—another small journey undertaken alone. It seems like old times:everyone else, and me. Not lonely, not ecstatic, […]
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! Kinder, I was her child until childhood grew teeth she was mine Bubbe until memory learned hunger my little town swallows itself along the river while moss grows backwards into time the poor little town breeds smaller townsmy poor little dream divides into poorer dreams will I […]
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! In the rain, eat pistachios The girl with the red dress, hands me a lily Secrets of the house—of the blouse—of the bruise I begin eating them and them and them: flax seeds We cannot live in mud of melancholy Like a sticky hot bun, this is […]
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! Like a potbellied sandwich Found in a neighborhood sandwich shop I’m hot and gooey Swiss-cheesy Filled with red and green hot peppers I come with or without mustard On wheat or white Thinly or thickly sliced Can I change the world? The potbellied sandwich can! He is […]
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! My dear waters, I leave you today, for a desert that isn’t chocolate-filled or creamy. My desert has saguaros and ocotillos, Howling coyotes at sunset. My desert doesn’t move hypnotically, to the rhythm of waves and wind. My desert is rugged and sharp. I am coming home.
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! TRIPLETS Tamara MC We named them: Fuchsia, Turquoise, and Black Ivory. The moment they were fertilized, before they had even become fetuses, everything about them had been genetically determined. How do you speak about losing three babies? Technically they weren’t babies, but blobs —fertilized eggs that had […]
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! PROMPT — If only … If he hadn’t stolen my hard drive and then blackmailed me,we would still be together.If he hadn’t lied about it,minimizing it,we would still be together.If we hadn’t argued at “Prep and Pastry” about Homecoming,I would have been with him in Mississippi […]