Terrarium

I’ve made the pitcher on my table human again. Her elegant white neck, belly slightly bloated with flowers. Candles my mother stole stand in borrowed silver candlesticks, and I can’t understand why one has burnt faster than the other. If I bought these sleek white...

No Girls Allowed

A blue-painted drawbridge. A frog pond moat. A two-story clubhouse on its own island deep in the vine-strangled woods, six bear cubs peering out from the wooden slats of windows and a lone green door. A root-beer barrel crow’s nest. Berry bush landscaping. A single...

(re)peat

1. cypremort/sip her more: thirst The spears, the spires I aspired to be as reaching because what did you know about tapers. When I told her I wanted to inhabit I was thinking about the cypress trees we spiral, I was thinking about how we spiral, how I was thinking...