While Christ Was Walking Upside-Down on the Other Side of the Earth

1. You were ill that winter. The flowers in your windowsill caught the flu, their red petals turned yellow against the snow. You remember those. You remember the way their scent changed from rose to lavender. 2. And when Christ learned to walk, you weren’t surprised....

Slumber as a Frog at the Bottom of a Lake

I slept in a shape that suggested sitting as though sitting in a chair all day were not enough. You sleep in this chair, too, dreaming of reflected hen houses and sheep that count backwards, dreaming on their heads in a way that suggests cow-tipping cannot take...

The Questions She Deserted

You used to ask me where I left your glass of red wine. I could have told you the glass was on the side table but instead I told you – Wedding rings become inverted – Spider webs attach themselves to those corners as continued vacancies – Then the fields came to...

My Scattering of Paper Dolls – Those, You Inherited

I know enough to say that I have lived twenty-two times on the eve of my funeral. My lack of pregnancy is what keeps me smaller – the clothes which used to be loose have become transparent with leaves, a globe of birds in the ocean cornering what is left of waves –...

The Morning I Realized My Fascination with Fields

1. The field was open like the mouth of a sparrow inside where there are winding halls You vanish into a brand of forget-me-nots and pollen 2. I spent that morning knowing that this was the one I couldn’t accept – inside the pages was a swan still breaking from its...