“ORCINUS”

Orcinus, a placeand a liver taken out. Grandmother is the black knife that scalpswhat crowns from underneath,the things that tourmalinecan seem— And the wet exhalethat shivers in the space she goredThe ringlets of the cartilagethe foldings of the sea. Grandmother brings end by eaten shore,the offals that unspooland dribble— And her warning that’s whiteand a … Continue reading “ORCINUS”

IN A CLUSTER OF SMALL POCKETS FULL OF SPECIAL JELLY LIKE SUBSTANCE

The strangest part was watching my landlady clean. She stood in the highest window up the hill, masked and gloved, pale spider arms streaking iridescence over the glass. She scrubbed for so long I started to wonder if she was aware what she was doing. It was like she wanted to wipe the glass out … Continue reading IN A CLUSTER OF SMALL POCKETS FULL OF SPECIAL JELLY LIKE SUBSTANCE