Poet Laundry

to forgive you i had to go back, bitterness falling like leaves picking up stones, gathering them by the basketful— my s...

How we hated Lamonts, my aunt and I, as her sister—my mother, her mother—my grandma, shopped and tried on somebody else’s so...

Dalí looks at me from across the room, time melting as if exhausted from the heat. That look: like puppy dog eyes pleading ...