Make Believe

Tell me you are a lord of jagged stones that were pillars. Tell me I am wrong about my skin, that it is no fortress. What work of fiction can pacify you who must sleepwalk the line between what is real and what is etch-a-sketch to survive? Pretend the grass is deadly and press me… More

Little Design

after Li-Young Lee I painted my lover on a lake. Since then, the fish bathe her every morning and slide slippers on her feet every night. I painted my lover on a glacier. Since then, my gloves are always on, and all the snow has become a gallery whose exhibits are the evenings, whose plinths… More