On the drive to the crematorium, I think I make peace with your death.
It is Earth’s final snowfall / and everyone is here.
This is probably why I want him to impregnate me, so my kid won’t have to suffer, and, in turn, I won’t have to suffer.
Dripping in the color, she was sci-fi sanctified, alien and clean.
After our first week, I begin to lose things during the walks along the creek.
The ship features a recreation of a slave ship's hold. The cruise prides itself on it. It is not a good recreation, if the metric is realism.
Promise me you won’t write a poem about me.
I am Iris, I thought. Iris is me, and Iris is in the wrong lane.
Don’t worry, I said, you’re the sea, and it’s impossible for the sea to drown. There’s nothing big enough for you.
The hall closet candles are white, ten inches long, and shaped like penises.