Featured in medmic I ask her surgeon to repeat herself. The heart of a twenty-five year old. An incantation soaring, new scar on her wrinkled abdomen. No one’s fault she and I not in generational order. She has the heart of a twenty-five year old. Broken by the damage of parents who wanted a boy Continue reading

Featured in SWWIM She wonders why we both can’t inhale properly, all the I’m so weak, all the why don’t I die forced into my nighttime. A throbbing of over and over and good health isn’t what you want even though you have told me you will live to be a hundred and I tell you that you Continue reading

Featured in Amygdala She is naked. Body exposed. Disability prompts the stare. I become both object of the stare and the stare itself. I am split in two. I am my mother and her audience. I am the body and the eye. Her desire becomes mine even though my desire goes against her desire. I Continue reading

Featured in North American Review – Open Space Pride in my new steps. I think it comes from her. Her altar becomes a phone booth. Becomes my jealousy. My feet burn without her incense. Twist secular.Walk away but circle back. Commitment. Dance harder. Bhangra Forever. Continue reading

Featured in Dying Dahlia Review You are wearing kid gloves. Your princess cutunable to gleam against twilight,never within walking distance.Infant gear steers your knees in the backseat.Quick requests on the fly. A few minutes only.Tell me I shirk my duty. Ask me to watch your baby.Too far to stop. Even to drive by.You balance some Continue reading

Featured in Dying Dahlia Review Your readiness for polishing,pushing through facets and flaws.Another ritual I’ve never seen. Steam geyser.A smooth but unpredictable forcetaking only seconds to brightenthe decision laid out on your hand.My flaw, I think we are burnishingour deep connection, a perfect fit.A decade follows, sparkling, charmingme into not suspectingyou are polishingthe new diamond Continue reading

Featured in Silver Birch Press No-man’s land,a road show,hybrid terrain,traipsing throughour same start,our same teacher.I drove youthe wrong way,one-way recognition,unfamiliar street pattern.You laughed like a crowd,the wheel responded.I finish my training first.I am ahead of you.Not simultaneous.Not conjoined. Unfamiliar pattern.Invincible. Licensed.Logic with a lion’s bite we both foreswear.Fuel for fury like circus music. In “We Continue reading

Featured in The Fem Lit Magazine You read halcyon, you read joy, you read endless sea.This script you followed. We could not ask you to sign our Ketubah.You could not enter our yichud. An outsider.You could not find a bridesmaid dress in the right color.You had given birth a few months earlier.You drove hundreds of Continue reading

Featured in Topology Magazine Three varieties of forsythia, all removed. A loss. Have they been moved, to be reconstructed? Without these three bodies I have lost remembrance. Their bodies have been manipulated. Who will mourn them? They were set apart, a series of flames in the grass, dwarf stars to an astronomer. The decision was Continue reading