“At that moment he decided it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.”

“Now he counts on his fingers
within the bristled halo
that surrounds his hand.
He arrives at no solution.”

“I don’t like cherries, but I love summer. “

“And the moon, erase it from your memory
it belongs to all the other poets. “

“This home
has a living ghost”

“I had never been particularly interested in my period until three events occurred in the same week: I got dumped, I lost my job, and I bought a menstrual cup in a burst of uncharacteristic environmental friendliness. “

“Very rare: blue moon, bright Mars. Both rose just after sunset that late May evening.”

“Go to him, tell him I love him —
at least, give him an inkling.”

“it’s okay”

“Awoke to a lonely cockroach, felt him skitter on my soul.”

“who was i
but a glass
of water

unable to exist
without a pair
of lips”

“I know so little about Vince, but he did like clean clothes, and I've liked men for less.”

“Was I still alive? Or, was it possible to hear human voices even after death?”

“She had found new homes for the last of her birds a week ago.”

“Never doubt the gifts of Aphrodite.”

“Voy a volver allí, a Parral.” “I’m going back there, to Parral,”

“The sun sprawled over the surface of the water like honey, and it shook, sparkling, with deep, silent laughter.”

“Facebook and news apps were still atwitter with quarantine “it” hobbies. Baking and organizing, cross-stitching and gardening. I was still behind.”

“into a box bursting at the seams. You are slung
neck to neck with people bearing grim,
no-trespassing signs for faces.”