Memory, like a poem, is a made thing.A mixtape of summers past. BlurredPolaroids pinned to a corkboard.Re-captioned in different ink.My wicker nightstand time-capsulesa long ago self: shiny-handled pocketcomb, cherry lip smacker, mood ring.A knotted band—faded and frayed.Gianna and I braided friendshipbracelets and tied them on each other.Wrists thick with candy-colored zig zags.We wore them until... Continue Reading →

In the stone cathedral, I am offered salvation—a paper-thin promise skims my sinner’s tongue. A tiny bud—blue and wanting.I cross myself in practiced devotion.A paper-thin promise skims my sinner’s tongue.I tilt toward the prismed rose window. I cross myself in practiced devotion. Ask the ground for what I need.I tilt toward the prismed rose window,my... Continue Reading →