Brûlée (Haibun)

They know me as the girl who grabs a maple latte and a vanilla creme-filled donut. During this holiday, hearts … More

Dried Kisses

after Frank O’Hara nighttime is not blue it is a black olive with a frosted window a sommelier pours thestars … More

hotel rooms with you burn like vodka carpets / my conscience cannot bear the hardship we left behind but then … More

rice paper dress laidso delicately stuck toher elastic skinholed up in motels with acold gas station cola lip colour smeared … More

he fucked me at the sushi bar / salmon roe dried like an apricot we rubbed wasabi on our gums … More

she left eyelashes on his mother’s kitchen sink thick brush stroke bristles that he rubs on himself when lust swallows … More

Tuesday mornings spent supreming a tart grapefruit the cashew segments bleed into his coffee cup his newspaper left unread at … More

After American Beauty (1999) talk to me through the gaps in your shaded window whisper sweet nothings into my tiger balm ears press your … More

my stomach is full of egg yolk balls, plump and livelike a grenade ofhomesickness that I cannotescape from this time