Before I leave for good, I lift the pie server a final time, drop the receipt facedown next to the lemon blueberry slice, then my apron in the parking lot
There was a period of my life when I saw wombs all around me, and so of course the chandeliers were uteruses.
On a narrow plinth in the corner of the gallery, a stone portrait:a man, his mouth unlipped
On Disability and Desire
