To people who believe they’re doing the right thing, to people who never doubt themselves, I know that someone like me, someone who doesn’t even do what she’s supposed to do, must come across as truly heartless.
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
There’s No Way for Me to Go Back:
Four Poems by Sophia Parnok
I love that your eyes are crossed
And that your soul has a crossing.
Excerpts from “NOW, NOW, LOUISON”
Creating ambushes, hunting traps, to catch a little bit of love, that’s how you spend your time.
“She decides to flee in another language,” “Liquid” and “Spelling in the dark”
The last time I saw you / you looked like a sigh lost / in the pages of some comic.
