The Visit
When I knelt to face him, he said my name— not the one he and my mother had given me, […]
When I knelt to face him, he said my name— not the one he and my mother had given me, […]
Thank you, instant mashed potatoes, your bland taste makes me feel like an average American. Thank you, incarcerated Americans,
Tom Mannarino defends his MFA thesis brilliantly, but when I stick my head in his office door to say so,
He called it a thought experiment, a hypothetical scenario They call it a threatened miscarriage, a state of uncertainty. constructed
I said Thank You father for giving me this disease that will one day bind my bones together at each
The sharpened shears he plied hang useless on the wall, now that he’s gone away, almost as if they sense—