The Library will be closed May 28-29 for Memorial Day.
come to you in
with each syllable
be tempted to borrow
its imprisonment and speak in
dialogues conversed by
friction of skins.
I tried on a mermaid dress the other day, and waddled two steps before stripping it off;
I saw how it snagged on my hips and clutched at my chest,
the same way I gripped the towels we tripped in so many years ago—
our hair, stringy and streaming from the community pool
Bony fingers whipping, winding, wrinkling ‘cross my scalp
Heat near ears - don’t do it - yep, she’s scalded me
“Girl, don’t wail like that!” Popped with comb
Wince and whine, smile inside - aunties like this are rare
No they’re not, dime a dozen, priceless