I.   smaller wider people in a smaller wider world, we were combing life for seashell miracles and coming up not empty-handed at its end

it was one of those rainy days when you remember that one subway train you were pushed onto in new york city, and the man

I want to dig myself into the earth of writing and never come out, construct a cave of words, sturdy enough to hold the ceiling

Black woman, the crown is in in your name do not sleep on the centuries of wisdom and strength dormant in your bones our warrior’s

so what had happened was this: you were earnest and i thought that meant truthful so i opened the trunk and pretended to look for

4:15. You polish sunlight through the bottom of a glass while I fold napkins and tell me about the mountains scrapping across Telluride blue, the

I hated my indigo prom shoes and the way they rubbed my blisters. An empty Starbucks cup kept them company on the floor of Connor’s

papa you didn’t remember me the past few years i was a ghost in your mind a shadow of the girl i used to be

On the third floor I told my professor that my essay was going to be late because I didn’t feel like I could do anything

i am fed to pretend that i believe in ghosts they want to make a terrified thing out of this great dane like we the

My foot taps out every ticking second on the clock. Popcorn rattles off machine gun fire behind the counter. Los Angeles is roaring quietly in

(Where can you find a place to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you going and coming and often staying all night.)