Tag Archives: Sofia Catanzaro

It perhaps begins with me: The solitary drip of childhood, the family of three, that is, myself, my mother, my father. The automatic thought that we were all there was. And then there was her, crowning from the womb of … Continue reading →

I touch and watch the body sink down, touch neck skin, watch her fold, sink down. Floor opens up and carpet swallows me, I touch and watch our body sink down. It’s performance art as we, quick, swallow, devouring, down, … Continue reading →

I am microwaving Indian food for you, a favor among other favors I do when I feel guilty*. Washing your dishes. Taking your socks off. Holding the door. Venturing in the basement to sit under fluorescents on the vinyl couch … Continue reading →

HERE’S THE GUMS STUCK PURPLE,             DYED FROM MOUTHFULS             OF INDULGENT FROSTING STUFFED             DOWN THE RIBBON OF WET THROAT             UNTIL BURSTING, AND A CONDITIONER SCENT             THAT TELEPORTS SIX MONTHS AGO,             SUDDENLY SHOWERING             IN SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME,             THE MELON YELLOW,             SALLOW BUZZING … Continue reading →