dreaming of half-sounds past midnight limbic words knock at her door saying nothing in hunchback forms their patterns a twelfth night psychometry she sees the homely metaphors dreaming of half-sounds past midnight limbic words knock at her door her sophist hand...
What of the fisherman skulks in your heart? What husks of hull sit rusting ironed dull by sea over sand over sea? Luminescence at dawn eyes, richly changed – mussel shell wool-scrubbed, made blue then bluer by the...
Content warning: sexual content We try on bodies—like them, long for them—then try others. Somewhere between hunger and earnest thirst, we shapeshift. Sip cum let a dog lick the inside of our mouth inhale smoke and don’t drift away. Only a meager howl when the...
Love leaves me whole, a pockmarked moon. Pared wounds knitted together by chewing ants, each champing tiny jaws over my flesh. I taste of red dwarfs, half-dazed. I am only this visible from a height. An impact crater. Shallow basin where the scuttling, fearty mammals...
Content warning: eating disorder In a bathtub rimmed in lime basil salts, I take a spoon to hollow my belly until I am October squash, my pulp swimming in salt ready for baking. The whirlpool is a pressure cooker and I leave the bath without my body. The water boils...
I used to sew along the edge of my body – to interrupt the Mare unraveling my stitched skin. I found her on my chest, riding against the bedroom skyline while her fingers severed the raw edge of my body. A ménage à trois at midnight with spirits and secrets. She...
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