Hotel Monteleone

Later, she understood that there would be only money—and not all that much.



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Well-aged

As a child, when I wanted
cheese, I asked for Kraft or Velveeta.


Bloodberries

I swallowed it whole and a hedge burst from my breast, brambles grown thorny around my heart.


, Your Legs

little / octave, I wear silk too


Autumn

It is hard to not hate
myself, the self who’d rather/ turn inward as dusk spirals
into its Tang dissolve. And isn’t ruin, too,/ a thing to celebrate?