Mom never fucked quiet. Every few nights I’d wake up the same way, with the framed velvet art poster bouncing over my bed. Men’s moans varied, but Mom’s stayed the same—short and panty, then long and yowling. I would have rearranged my room if it weren’t so cramped and the window drafts cold year-round. She […]

  My last patient had screened negative for all COVID symptoms in the waiting room, and his temperature was 97F, like everyones. We could set ourselves on fire and the touchless thermometers would still read 97.2, 96.4. Before entering the exam room, I looked at the stack of PPE, which we counted each morning. I […]

The cat drags herself into the room where my husband and I are talking about what’s to be done. When she drags herself away, my husband hangs his head and weeps. I hear his tears smacking the hardwood floor. “Oh, baby,” I say. He apologizes and I say he has nothing to apologize for which […]

from And Yet * Celibate that first year in the Midwest I felt relief from my libido and inherent male gaze launched outward. Leaking its covert imagination everywhere, especially on women, I felt relief from the (sexual) daimon constantly prowling along and inside me. This isn’t to say, though, that I felt any more civilized […]

Après le D&C   When I braved the wind for unnamed fruit, the sea and trees for shallow depths, the answer clung to my inner thighs as I turned to building an empire. I was sad to be done and glad to be scraped, and my books remained unopened. The first was on the art […]