part 1: (child) When I was a child, my favorite flowers were tulipa tardas, these tiny pale yellow star-shaped blossoms. In the spring, they are the first to bloom and the first to die,Continue reading
Category: Poetry
The Sweetest of Wars
There are some girls who can wear sadness like it’s a gossamer negligee falling over their shoulders; sadness takes to them beautifully, the way morning mists take to a sunrise, and when these girls weep,Continue reading
The Anatomy of a Loss
Last November, the final petal curled its softness into bone (and my mouth tasted bruised for weeks). Death has a name that sounds like silk sliding over the ground, but she is not so soft:Continue reading
Girl of Glass
They say a child can swim in the veins of a blue whale, that the vessels are just big enough for the slender body of a little girl. I would have fit perfectly, thin andContinue reading
Behind My Skin
There is something living inside of me. It blooms out from between my lips like a bouquet of diseased flowers I have kept pressed beneath my tongue for so long that my mouth has memorizedContinue reading
The Saltwater Woman
I have always been just a little too sweet for my own good, a little bit too nice, all chocolate eyes and caramel skin, it’s as if my body has been bathed in rosewater IContinue reading
Cocaine Symphonies
There is this music I hear. It sounds exactly the way perfume smells: intoxicatingly sweet but dizzying if you inhale too much at once. It’s the kind of music you play when you’re too sadContinue reading
Angels’ Wings
I have learned: it is impossible to be both beautiful and strong. She is made of glass, you made her out of glass. But she never wanted to be made up of angles andContinue reading