Night Shifts

You learned to say “I need a job” in English at the JFK airport to anybody who would listen. That’s when they put a mop in your hands. So you started mopping, and then you stopped smoking, stopped drinking, or at least that’s what you told me you did. Maybe it was when you had Elizabeth, and before you had us, that you stopped having fun.


No one wants to / be reminded of / the brutal beauty / of becoming.

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Pink and yellow orchids against a peach background


As a master I’m lax, no fertilizer, erratic water.

vibrant blue bioluminescent coral glows a neon light blue


He tugs at his sleeves. Maybe he has a sister—as I have a brother—whose brain, like the zebrafish’s brain, craves that bitter swallow, that floating high.