I want to be the needle in your thigh plowing endlessly the field of your discomfort like a splintery thing. Extract the venom to your...

It was a hot day in June. I sat alone in a cemetery and cried. Someone mowed the grass nearby, children played on the street, and...

When I was a girl, I could never figure out what color my eyes were. I would stand in front of the mirror, my face barely reaching the...