The Waste Land
Somewhere in this world, a group of people still hold me responsible for the stupid decision my friend made in my presence.
Space Age
In another life I'm a translator of alien languages scrolling across the Martian plains in orbit.
The Weather of Perception
Between a tiny Salvadorian restaurant and a pharmacy, a liminal region improbably sustains life.
The First Procedure
Her legs are made to spread
between steel. Each day's
examining room, paper stuck
under sweating skin.
New Faves: Liz Blood, “Teeth” Intro by Kathryn Savage
I am eight years old and lose eight baby teeth this year.
