"Was this your plan all along?” Toby asked one night, his chin on my chest. He still smelled faintly of fish, which was how we all smelled these days. “Stealing the dolphin to get Sophia in?”
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
“In the Libraries of the Future” and Two Poems
Lately, I’ve collapsed
into a sadness with no shape or history.
I CAN’T TALK ABOUT OUTER SPACE
at the company banquet; with the velvet drapes drawn; while most here would rather
pretend space is a backdrop painted for earth
Felt
When Mother names me does she reclaim her own decay. I am born and I am dying. Doctor holds my tits in his hands. My flesh which is not my flesh retracts.
Fossil Record of a Drowning Carp
I wonder if they will call me moon goddess; if I will / chisel away a past life with carving knives / and grieving.
Greenery
In the golden years, I forgot to turn / the lights off, bulbs gleaming like keyholes — / is anything a mirage if it lingers / in the dark?
Sandwiches on the Moon
Last night I dreamt I went on a work trip to the moon.
An all-woman crew, we met at the launch pad at 9 AM, PB and J’s for lunch.
