Sore-beshitted she was when the old Met was torn down, standing ghost-like by the rubble in her Madame Butterfly kimono as if anticipating her
after Ocean Vuong I’m a buzz cut & braces, scarecrow-thin, ready for my friend’s P90X video to show me a hunger worth wearing. Shirts
Like instinct, the coed reaches for the backdoor handle of his black sedan, opens the door, slides onto the leather seat. Door closed, she
Lying in the curve of a mountain road, the trickle of blood at her mouth red as maple leaves flaming the treetops, belly flayed