Published in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly: Heal The molding banana pepper Sits, deflated, in the crisper drawer. I wish I could wave a hand over it And restore it to a past life. Back to when it was plump and spicy, Or a bulge swelling off a stem. Now any vitality that remains Is foodContinue reading “This Poor Pepper”
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Trauma
Published in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly: Bleed I am done, then undone; Healed, then opened. Each interaction like shears Cutting fresh stitches from the time before. I see you and my body prepares for hurt. You are visceral. I try to keep it covered I try to keep it in. The physician reminds me, casually,Continue reading “Trauma”
The Wisdom of Nesting Dolls
Published in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly: Migrant I rarely think about my uterus, but I feel her. I touch my low torso, absently. I contract and expand. When I was young, I cried over the “before.” That blank space where I know history happened, But I hadn’t yet. Now I know the truth That IContinue reading “The Wisdom of Nesting Dolls”