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the song never ends

when he touches me i feel like helen, a conquest, every breath he makes is a series of premeditated breaths to gain entrance. he never looks at me, briseus, he won’t let me touch him for fear i might find … Continue reading

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persephone remembers

it’s a sorry thing to feel sorry for anything other than yourself, i comb my hair with the styx, i dry my skin by the flames. when he sleeps i dream of trees blossoming their roots deep enough that i … Continue reading

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persephone leaves behind a lover

my mouth is full of cavities & your DNA as i’m whisked away & they all wonder how i felt the day you asked me about my mother & i say it’s hard to live with a ghost who still … Continue reading

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re: wearing my glasses after a life of blurred vision

after Eika L. Sanchez in the year of the pig I was lethargic, barely peeking and unnoticeable. I made my mother scream before she understood me, I reached out a pinkie from the womb but was too lazy to grow … Continue reading

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Thumbelina

after Sara Borjas today I am the jagged bottle caps on my floor and the unused yoga mat. I want to be swept up in a wave of forgiveness only a mother of a young child could muster. I understand … Continue reading

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my hips are wider than the length of my body

the night I threw up in an Uber, the radio blasted mariachi music over the expressway. I saw a sign for E Sex Hotel and remembered banging my head against yours so hard my nose bled all over our naked … Continue reading

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Dream Scheme*

when I sleep I dream my father is dead. I only know his last name. I only see him with unbrushed hair and he has a suit too big filled with De La Rosas he can’t pronounce. there is glitter … Continue reading

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he only looks at Helen now

the boy who prays, the boy missing a shoe, the boy in a gold cloak, and the one I’ve already kissed: Helen, who stares at me. the Trojan War excites the Gods, they’re just like us, what a sad existence … Continue reading

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Xolo*

I hung up on you the day I dyed my hair, an undiscovered land a new hand could run its fingers through: black ink smudging my neck, a love bruise. I lie so much, my bed head makes you think … Continue reading

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what I did wrong

after Marie Howe pulled the girl’s braid, then pulled it again – smashed the window, smashed the frame after tipping the cow off its stand with my pinkie – let the child hide too long then forgot her, let the … Continue reading

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quarantine

I remember you as three melting ice cubes on my chin after a bee sting, I lay the stinger down preciously so there will be no death in vain tonight. I lie awake counting my teeth from the inside chomping … Continue reading

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sext

the year ended with the month of the screaming parrots in the morning. I cried two long rivers to put out the fire burning the town beneath our feet. I remember you as smoke filling a room. I bruised when … Continue reading

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today I am tired

today I am crying over spoiled milk and the time I let a tarantula crawl into my hand. I remember the fur intertwining with my arm hair when I wake in the middle of the night. I listen to the … Continue reading

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