There are some, I am told, who never see the dead, though I am as yet unable to believe it*. We thought you electric. You had come from ether. Some sort of changeling with those unblinking blue eyes and a mouth ready for drilling. You were convulsive like that, weeded and overgrown. Dangerous. That [...]

You will not go quietly. Determined to ghost, you smell of suitcases pried open, moths fluttering out. Your voice is the loudest whisper. I remember that spring, how your rage filled the sky with frenzy, and you spoke of a fork, a skillet, a plate of macaroni and cheese. Look at what you made [...]

There are days where you you recoil from the smell of blooms. You crave the astringent clean of bar soaps and detergent, and you eschew all that is frangipani and jasmine. Don’t get me wrong — I’ll never abandon my lavender and wild flower scents, but there is something acutely sublime about ardent minimalism. [...]

Let me tell you a story, in triptych. We gave you a doll. Let’s call her Big Michelle. In a previous life her body was a river; that summer she was due for the burning, and when she opened her mouth, an avalanche of silver fins gushed out. Did we neglect to tell you about [...]

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I love you, Felicia! Every day! My heart on pause. We come undone. We shake the shackles off our feet. Cradling a little girl, I shut my eyes and want to stop time. Hold. [...]

We plucked you from your room and drove you here, to the dark, to wherever we are. The voices summoned, murmured from behind locked doors. We are fakirs, passengers in blue cars, points of entry. Why do the doors insist on shaking? You must forgive me, for I have not been completely honest with you. [...]

We will not go quietly. That winter they found a girl in the park, her mouth a river of ribbons. A tangle of white lights braided into her hair. Those were pearls those were her eyes. The cold had burned her blue, and we mourned and covered her in hyacinths, like burial. Her death [...]

Karma Police – Radiohead
We woke to the smell of clowns. The chalked face and burning plastic made us recede. I remembered your mouth and it was burning. We called the moon our shepherd, our white lady who will shield us from the flames. We dialed a number and men came with a river in [...]

We found her down by the ravine. We warned her about blue cars and strangers, but she was young, hopeful and determined, and clutched an oversized stuffed rabbit as if it were an appendage. Her face was a mess of pain. Love me, love me, love, she incanted. Rabbits. Dead rabbits. Children. Hair like [...]