“On Flying Home at 6 AM” and “Our News” have been published in Issue 6 of The Open Ear, a “new writing … More
… she’s small enough
that you could accidentally trip and swallow
her whole but perhaps
large enough to still pose a choking hazard
Lord, if this is punishment, I can’t remember
what I did wrong, when I began to stray.
No longer ripe and furry like my ancestors,
I have traded in my crackling black
dancers’ thighs for a range
of spindly, limp commas.
I hear their flat creak,
fit to burst with the unplanned clutter
of twenty bodies (give or take)
in a single-bedroom flat.
In Siberia, the bees are guided
by their master’s whistle from field to field.
The stomata on my scalp
and other secret places
cough and pucker out
fat droplets of grease
she knows it’s her
birthday we catch
each other catch
her singing to
herself by the
is spotty and
bean-legged like a young
caterpillar but uglier