Graphos

Sometimes it’s easier not to run away from a parade of women with eyes wider than perms. Arms stretched out—reaching for your hair. A mis-aired episode of the walking dead. Palazzo pants thwap, radiating the sound of corduroy through the interior hostility of an outlet mall. Reading chains jingle against chunky pink frames. Clink. Clink. Read More …

I am baptized in the cold waters of disorder and self-loathing. I am entrapped by white marble and empty pews. Boisterous voices give lucid visions of bodily temples. A place for respect and honor. A place to keep modest and holy. A place to keep hollow—and so I did. 2 Through abstinence and purity rings, Read More …

my parents haven’t heard the news; their youngest daughter has died they mistake me for Her i haven’t found the heart to tell them, so i take on Her mantle i sleep in Her bed i wear Her clothes Her name becomes my own as i look into the dusty bathroom mirror i remind myself Read More …

the sun rays my back the water on the dock glitters bake i stretch out it hurries waving at me a mallard duck neck long and emerald green to its family cries out wait up it yells i can hear something in the cool waters the siren’s song her voice like milk chocolate deeper harder Read More …

“don’t cry over spilled milk” but what if the milk was the only thing i had to look forward to what if the milk puddled on the ground was just one of a dozen other bottles spilled “don’t cry over spilled milk” you tell me as you remove the milk from the fridge and pour Read More …

i step out into the storm clutching my phone the wind feels like thorns it freezes my bones clutching my phone i go to check the news it freezes my bones everything is screwed i go to check the news even though my hands are sore everything is screwed all i see is war even Read More …