I don’t have paper in my hands or my pockets but these people… they let me have whatever I want because I have imaginary numbers. I put… Read more “The Numbers”
Run it under cold water Run it under hot I wrote it as a child, “I refuse to be forgot.” Say it rather simply or tie it… Read more “Numbers and water”
To my babies: If you’re crying and you want to be held, I will always hold you. I don’t need to “toughen you up”. The world will… Read more “To my babies”
I considered the room again. My mind unfolded ways to stretch the space within unyielding walls… I prayed my womb was soft enough to hold him.