I feel compelled to give you an ending, a promise of hope
Take death for a walk in your minds, folks. Either you’ll die glad you did, or, keeling over suddenly, you won’t be out anything.
and all its straight-razor backroads planted with plaster farmhouses bowing to January’s muddy expanse
Behold: William’s father slices his mother in half. He shackles her to the bottom of a water tank. He packs her inside a cannon and lights the fuse.
I can take even more Than he can give.
1. an investigation of wrecked arterial railroads hammered by foremothers stationed beneath your breasts and headed crown-bound
Her grandbabies should be asleep, yet here they are, restless as everyone else tonight.
Sometimes when I getMy period,I wake up & my bed Is a massacre.
My daughter throws up once or twice a day opening mouth then hands as if to pour out what was once clenched. Throws up pillows, backpacks, and refrigerators. Builds a version of our cat from pretend vomit, builds a version of our kitchen. I...