Little Mother

Even before she lost custody she questioned her maternal drive



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Meat

Eat beef: the west wasn’t won on salad.


A red, decoratively patterned rug folded on top of red carpetting

On Becoming Memory

Remember, swollen lungs can drown. / I remember her drowning. / I am drowning myself as I write this.


Red traffic light against a dim blue sky with reddish clouds.

Driving Test

Decamp into ramps of small intestine twists, she says. But driving alone, you’ve always avoided highways—for the fear of breeze shaving crazily at your vehicle’s chemo head, other drivers bullying your sluggishness or the spotlessness of speed guns with km bullets aiming at your windscreen's chest.


Lines of blue windows on a brick building

Fourteen Ways of Looking

At fourteen I imagined that in the face of great tragedy, I would be brave, heroic even.