childhood
TagConcorde
Knew I was pregnant the morning after the Frenchman fucked me.
The Sticks / Oil City Prison
When I was in fourth grade
I went to a Lutheran school
in the sticks
Auditing Session
The helmet has been placed on his head. He’s been attached to the machine.
5 Poems
Pushing back her violent hair’s
nimbus of corpses, each clinging
to its thread of Pity me, please
My Brother, His Mummy, and Me
My brother starts high school in the fall.
Screaming and Other Things That Sound Like Death
Of course, it’s imperative that I am the way that I am.
The Pieces I began with / Mozart of ruin / My Darkness, Your Darkness
for most of us the trick never materialized
A Boy Is Burning
“How does it feel?” The heat has long since sucked all the air out of this concrete room. Everything is choked with dust and sweat.
Sneaky Lead Paint Baby
Once upon a time, there was a little baby who lived in a small shack in a big city.
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.