the small-piece-of-sunlight-guy waves to her from the ceiling. It is morning. [are you there?] “Listen. Forget everything that is outside of the exact and most present moment, and how to…
cunning, baffling, powerful. truth, beauty, goodness. i can leave myself, and watch myself, behind my own head, coolly, and think of how marred i am, or of where I am…
she called him a murderer– a murderer of her happiness, she called him, and asked him not to leave that day. there are two Alexei’s, her love with one, and…
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she was riding him as she would the black horse of betrayal, and he was riding her away from his own betrayal from which he had run to her and she had…
his christmas kitten is about four months old, now. he is tucked neatly inside the crush royal-blue throw that covers her lap. he is kneading, there. she is busy and does not watch,…
[the match-sized tribal figurines made of string, and wire. colorful. south or central america. did i leave them in a pocket before the wash? i feel i did. this makes…
she presses her ear against the wall. something rifts violently; her belly, her throat and brain. oh, and this is the wall that borders the room containing the breastfeeding babies,…
a geometrically-patterned sweater. she would wear it more, were it not for the horizontal, copper, abrasive ribbing. [plaits of wool] a long-faced doll. that sits in the wooden white- painted…
i prefer tonight. just don’t speak. don’t knock, he says. a scar [in worship] appears just to her right: a jagged flesh rift. another hides her face. the moment is…
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