Poetry
Jan/Feb 2022
Zipper
The woman I love tends not to floss and has what she calls “European teeth,” virginal to orthodontics. I love them for how they snag her upper lip at lunch, […]
Poetry
Jan/Feb 2022
Djurgården
There was a lot to fear, though fault was harder to ascribe. A twister came ashore of the little island—literal island— we’d reached that morning, tossing pine boughs against the […]