Raat ki Raani
Sometimes I live in a highland valley
in a town so tiny the power goes out
at the first strike of lightning
I was watching videos
of Japanese people cooking tiny things
The Aphids and the Mint
We live on mint.
Let mint make mint.
It is my mint.
It is my food.
Call Me When You Get There
Dogs without names
famous in our city
are looking inward
Pink Stones
Leaking from home through its existing door Yesterday I saw this vacant stranger Walking blasted through the street His head’s port (you couldn’t call it A face with precision) grimaced and his gait Rose wool, which also happened to be what He had noosed on the pile you’d call his dome You look at him […]
(and from me)
I’m burning and the fern hanging above the piano might fall. At least twenty feet. I’m not moved by the fern, but by the sound it would make. I wouldn’t be sitting under the piano when it fell. I would be on the balcony, tucked against the knee wall. The fern falls. And I receive […]
Portrait of Leah
I was inspired by Leah’s ear infection because why wouldn’t I be? She texted me in the middle of the day to tell me she was lying on her side at the free medical center with stool softener in her ear. Of course it was my fault for having invited her to the Russian bathhouse […]
Tailings
It too was about a police detective with an unusually detailed memory. About an old-school cop and a modern-day detective who have been partnered up. About an instinctively brilliant cop who has just transferred to a new squad where her new colleagues already dislike her, but who cannot be distracted from catching the prime suspect. […]
almanac
I am the same age as salad in a bag months shy of kisses with almonds like plain but harder and better when the best was for space and I was for that and freeze-dried ice cream and the simulator in the science museum and the sense of when a building is a monument and […]
Two
Public Radio All my chicken breasts are lined up on the cutting board ready for Step 1 (pounding) and Step 2 (dredging). The kids from the house next door are running in the yard, where the dirty stuffed bunny sits water-logged on the fencepost. The neighbors are listening to The Cure and I am thinking […]
Late Afternoon
Abstinence from mask making continues