Supermassive
byThe telescope moves with the grace of your grandmother pouring tea before the tremors. It was a practiced gesture at the end of practice, perfection—lifetime confirming. Gravity gone mad, the…
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Another Planet
byWHEN I WAS A KID MY FATHER AND I WOULD GO ON WALKS INTO THE NIGHT of our suburban neighborhood and look up at the sky. Surrounded by oak trees…
Messier 87
byI soften behind the wheel ready to die in my father’s car driving through M87, a one lane road that stretches eternal. It’s lined with signs gradually filling the gaps…
Feeling Synesthetic
byDo not speak to the grass. The grass will not remember you. In bed, I count three freckles on the bicep, four on the forearm, four on the shoulder. Only…
He/She/It
by1 He appears on the inside, then the outside. No, that’s not it; that’s impossible. He glides in through the misty barrier, then glides back out. Now I’m inventing things….
The Moon or Bust
byWE USED TO GO STARGAZING. Every Friday night, we would sit in the backyard and marvel at outer space while Grandpa repeatedly hummed the chorus of The Beatles, “Lucy In…
Taxidermy
byI WANTED TO BE A TAXIDERMIST FROM AN EARLY AGE. People who know me say it’s because I experienced a succession of traumatic and premature pet deaths when I was…
Y’idiot
byI’VE BEEN HOLED UP IN THE APARTMENT, waiting for eviction or my ex-girlfriend to return and pick up her things, when the phone rings. She didn’t leave much; just imitation…
The Bat
byThe day the bat burns I get my first two-piece swimsuit. It’s orange and flowered with a white trim. It’s from Goodwill and the bottoms are too big, but my…
“Ghosting” & “My Daughter”
byGhosting The doctor tells me due to the baby’s position there is a chance he may not survive. Those words will last the rest of my life. The ghost of…