"I wore an anklet cursive of Libra
so dentists and mall security guards could tell me astrology wasn't real
and neither was Roswell the alien head
pendant ringed my neck. I emptied
gumball machines of their ancient
Norse runes and peace signs because
if I couldn't be an astronaut I would weigh
myself with the world."
From "We Never Went Back to the Moon"
(Synaeresis, Issue 8)
"a why is a carnation after the fact
why bobby pins pinged to the floor
like sonar why the boys class in their Dick Tracy
coats and hats felt the need to touch backstage
our satin cuffs why the wrong of it rang
crisp as lunar orbit why enough hairspray
was never enough"
From "Ballet Recital"
(Pidgeonholes, July 2019)
"I chased the full moon with a camera that could have exposed so much so slowly that starlight alone could provide all the light the world needed, but I lost both camera and moon."
(River and South Review, Summer 2019)
"You've read--wings are wings,
swan or angel. Girl wings,
skin stretched, orange thread, over
cast stitch. Do girls wear
orange? Or make an office of it?
(Dancing Girl Press, 2016)