Misplaced
When I was young, my mother would drink. Not beer or vodka but wine, white and dry, a perfect elderflower yellow in its feminine bottle. I tasted it from […]
Day Eleven – What Alice Found There
morning’s broken looking glass mirror refracts / reflects shows only what it wants me to see; two chess pieces red white. queens, specifically. their shape is curved. their image […]
Day Ten – Bloody Hell
Desktop roses, aqua blue thorns sick with guilt. I tell them they can’t help it – that’s just the way they were born, but they don’t listen so I’m like […]
Day Nine – Fortune Cookies
Stop skipping breakfast – it’s not a cliché to say it’s the most important meal of the day. Learn to answer ‘how are you?’ honestly. The eyeshadow you bought last […]
Day Eight – Only Human
It only takes cooked chicken bones to remind me that we’re all just animals in the end.
Day Seven – Non-intimate
Sambuca is pink oil, is feathers, is wet, is not a sweated-up Kingston nightclub. Blonde on her second bottle of wine, itching at the mole on the back of her […]
Day Six – Wordplay
A litany is a poem or prayer in which a single word or phrase is repeated at the beginning of each line A litany is a poem or prayer in […]
