LA Rams onesie, collecting dust, tags still on, your new logo sucks.
Readying Joy
The room — cold enough to pull up the hair on a pair of thin, freckled arms — fills slowly. The television — on the wall facing an audience of side-by-side mothers — jokes loudly. The eyes — wet with the secret of the hour and lashed with shame — open rarely. A woman in…
Grown Ass Woman
I am a big girl When they laughed me out of our childhood clubhouse because “no girls allowed,” I felt my girl rain down the sides of my face while they watched my open-tooth smile fall out of place and erased every trace of me from our secret play space. I tried and tried to…
No Body’s Home
Dust-covered and deflating, empty and waiting, the Sofa sat wanting and fading for years. He cleared space in His closet, covered up every bone, bought Her on credit, a promise of Home, and one wounded day, She wondered how she wound up alone. she stopped being a front-room fixture the first time He flipped her,…
Animal
maybe you were just juggling fresh fruit in a farmers market. maybe you didn’t know what happens when you harvest too soon. maybe you didn’t pull me off the vine before I was ripe. Or maybe you thought it was neat the way it looked when I exploded across the kitchen floor the night you…
China Doll Television
Cream-colored milk filled the cream-colored bowl and layered over a handful of frosted, wheat squares as the tale of his day spilled out onto the kitchen counter. At 7 a.m., he woke up. At 7:30 a.m., he brushed his teeth. At 8 a.m., he dropped me off at school, then broke the speed limit on…
Winter Mourning
For a woman who always had so many words — so many witty, sincere, and important words — nothing I could say would ever really be enough. The holidays are coming, and I miss her. My grandmother, my Baa, is always going to be with me. A fire that flames out in the flicker of…
Lukemia
Somewhere on the other end of the telephone, home froze over.
Moth-Eaten Sweater 