THE EMERALD

my hometown feels too small to hold me,  but it’s the only place I can bear to exist in this mourning. where can I store my love for...

The light is gentle and warm and glowing, dripping; melted ice cream across the window pane. I am tantalized, infected, enamored.

Once there was a teen girl // Who bottled her grief in soda cans

How do we compact so many aspects of life into one body, into one human?

I’m stunted, a growing defect, a sprained brain that severs the translation from the words in my brain to the muscles of my mouth.