last night I felt a salt sorrow rise in my body, in my mouth, and thought, having a child will not fix this . and, I may always be alone . sugar only made my heart shiver, and the bath had hands like …

Southbound, Erica says she wishes eucalyptus didn’t look so much like apocalypse. Erica never looks her future directly in the eyes. It hits a hundred, dizzy, and she’s like a walking skinny dip. …

What they eat. What they don’t eat. What they leave behind, left there to tell you of their having been. Their hunger. Their choice of eating. Their animal and the parts of the animal we are to …

— I remember when I touched my sleeping mother’s hair, it sparked in my hands and I thought she was inhuman, but I was young, and only years later would I understand she was under the spell of an …

You wanted to open a café called Rimbaud’s Helicopter . I just kept telling myself to look loveable . We watched Apocalypse Now in two sleeping bags zipped together incorrectly. I confessed how I …