My mother took to keeping tigers. The backyard became the enclosure. I couldn’t sleep in my own bed. Too many eyes, tiger eyes, looked at…
I stack dingy t-shirts beside my big brother’s bed—red, and green, and gray. No, he says, The order is wrong. Green goes on top, then…
one day after school you told me you were wiccan, a real-life witch, and that you could do anything, so i hung up the phone,…
A few days into their visit, my home starts to look like theirs. Loaves of whole wheat bread line the kitchen table, along with paper…
Except he can’t—the stories about not being able to squeeze onto buses, the inability to put him to sleep while sprawled out on an operating…
On Sundays we ate at the taco truck in the Von’s parking lot, took the free tortilla chips and put them over our eyes like…
In my community there were two theories on death. Both were based on Gompertz. Neither proved adequate in assuaging the large-scale existential concerns that were…
I didn’t start out trying to eat you, but I wasn’t exactly surprised when it happened. And now that I’ve eaten you, I feel something…
1. Sister and I built you out of spare parts. An ironing board for your torso, a plunger for one arm, a broomstick for the…
There is a dead boy down in the wet basement. He has been there so long he is just particles in the stagnant water. “You…