Summer

It is the third time this year summer aged for her, every night for eighty-four nights golden dreams reincarnate as the hours relive and we count with our fingers with fatigue, not pity.   For even as her lips stretch wide she is glistening with the sweat of labor and heart disease, her empty hair […]

Removal

We remember her by the eyes only, two three dimensional black holes of blood and bad dreams diluted we hold them with our teeth the way she used to hold her tongue with her lips her shrinking lips for she had a way   of shortening them, the upper petals diminished in poor taste, I […]