In the interlocking limbs of two eucalyptus trees I see your soul. Can you know it’s me gazing at you from the window? Do you know I dream how it feels to be joined in wood, not flesh? I see elephant tusks and the flesh of paper in your limbs. My boyfriend calls, and says [...]

I went home, but I’d grown to outsize the furniture. My fingers were even longer than my mother’s hands. Like perspective had misjudged me or distance itself. Mother cried a little, You’ve grown she said. I bent myself into an old chair; the room was clean, ready for me, but I stayed the night there [...]

in the voice of the dead assorted bodies tempt us in a basket speak to the dead they guffaw back enfold in the breeze a tree the tree of everlasting while not paying attention azaleas spring from graves of the dead cut and sold like genitalia in the middle of the night robbed of potential [...]