CELEBRATE IN SEQUINS (unless you’re a spy, or a robber on the run!)
Show the world the wonder that you are
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE
“My mouth feels like the bottom of a neglected birdcage. Smooching anyone for the next ten years would be a felony.”
SILVER-GREY
For a while I dark-greyed,
dipping beneath joy,
rummaging for a ladder
among my health’s debris.
BETWEEN HEMISPHERES: Notes from the rude hours
Who is the creature lurking deep inside the woodpile,
sharpening tiny teeth on kindling?