On a Trip to Croatia, We Rent a Paddle Boat and Go Swimming
First published in Moss Puppy Magazine. In the Adriatic sea, we bob on gentle ripples, bounce like buoys, the salt of the water lifting our limbs up, arms floating to the sides as if we…
Eleuthera Blue
First published in Moss Puppy Magazine. The island with the swimming pigs is the popular tourist spot; you feed them hot dogs on long sticks that they swear aren’t made from pork but their keratin…
Ode to My Prepartum Body
First published by Corporeal Literary Magazine. Remember when you used to dance on tabletops, blonde hair swinging across the top of your shoulders and hips swaying with rhythms of alt rock and unsteady hand holding…
still, birth
First published by Corporeal Literary Magazine. Content Warning: miscarriage you imagine it’s a slow bleed a movie slo-mo captured gush of placenta and fetus and cord and ruby lipstick red but it’s rather drawn…
Plan for Going to a Music Festival with Generalized Anxiety Disorder
First published by Gastropoda. If you ask a person without generalized anxiety disorder how they plan for a music festival, they say things like: “Wear layers in case it gets too hot,” or “get there…
Flying into Chicago at Sunset
First published in The Ilanot Review. Through the book-sized window, the circling planes blink in the sky like lightning bugs at dusk. The earth below is speckled with baseball diamonds and a grid of twinkling…
At the Lake House, We Skip Rocks
First published by Nightingale & Sparrow. At the lake house, we skip flat rocks on flatter liquid surfaces, laugh when the wrist launch goes awry and the rocks skip upwards instead of outwards, kerplunk into…
No One Told the Mothers
First published by Brave Voices Magazine. No one told the mothers that we would lay awake at night with thoughts of smoking guns in school hallways, deadbolts on classroom doors, cloth masks with unicorn prints…
A Home Office
First published in Blue Heron Review‘s special issue, “Meaningful Connections.” The humidity, summer’s mucous-like fog Has lifted from the air around our house If only for a short reprieve Here on our deck atop the…
in which I imagine Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss is about infertility rather than lust
First published in The Ekphrastic Review The painting hangs heavy, a burdensome cloak of thick, layered oils and glinting flecks of gold, seventy-two inches of life-sized, soul-sized, figures enmeshed in golden embrace, the Viennese viewing…