Paper Lungs

It's an oddly serene experience to wake to little red dots on your white linens. I connected them to make a kidney bean. Your panic bothered me, as you wept with every selfish realization that one day you would die too. My elbows never stuck out like that before. I crossed my arms and felt my thin skin … Continue reading Paper Lungs



She took his hand and squeezed it until his knuckles turned as white as their favorite bed linens. Her thumbnail carved a crater of elation in his palm. We’re going to be parents. They swung the adoption agency’s doors open with fervent and tranquil smiles on their faces. He filled out the forms while she … Continue reading Perfect

Optical Confusion

Spherical tomb. I wait, as color waves transfer into grayscale. Cobblestone womb. I am safe. The cellar beckons me with its wide open planks. Lower, lower, lower, the air gets heavier as I get lighter. Sun spots turn to shifting retinas, my optics becoming unreliable guides into the catacomb. Circles, hollow, no. Readjust. The glisten redirects … Continue reading Optical Confusion