
Sanctuary
She knows that he is suffering, too. But her grief seems more than one lifetime’s worth.
Gritty, full of lamentation; work that unapologetically explores the ugliest parts of grief either insidiously or with their bare bones.
She knows that he is suffering, too. But her grief seems more than one lifetime’s worth.
my nose is sitting in the centre/of this poem like a prey waiting/to be devoured
A haiku.
first morning together/he asks for/sugar
i find my mother’s sun-dried/face plastered against the windows–/she looks as foreign as the language/of my grief and the absence of/her skin and my faith
Doctors call me: I answer/If I love you: it’s straight to voice mail
lay one/single finger, &/i’ll scream until negative/space holds itself in wait