Cost of Living I compose obituaries in my head for friends who can’t promise they’ll grow older. She is survived by her question mark spine, genes that never fit right,

In the world that still holds you living   I’ve shown you the Tropical Sno on 56th and Old Cheney. We go almost every night after dinner. We get the

THERE IS THE THICK JULY HEAT, and then there are the boys, standing waist-deep in a party of lily pads, hollering my name. They are begging me to throw my

star jelly my gender is astral jelly; the nascent remains of a celestial body crash landed on earth, discovered and marveled at.   stella terrae in Latin, imbued with healing