Advice on Leaving Your Own Crime Scene Gracefully
Get up. Get up and unwreck your dress, unpunish the vase of blushing peonies. Gather the thousand ants let loose from each busy bloom. Shake the glass from your hair and ravel your stockings. Restring all the bright beads of your necklace, which clatter across the entryway like teeth. Shut your mouth. Shut your mouth and restore your wrists to the right angle. Shut your mouth, and ascend the grand staircase. Hush the air back to your lungs and hold your last breath.
I Never Met a House I Didn’t Want to Burn Down
When I was younger, I wore my hair shattered and stained every shade of red I found under the bathroom sink. A dizzying spectrum of dyes left behind by old roommates and ambitious ex-girlfriends. I wore it big and bloody like a sunset, like the final scene of a drive-in movie in which only one girl survives. She was always me.
Persephone Rewrites an Introduction to Ovid
Usually in this story,
monster always careful
with his gloomy kingdom
was quite passionately in love
Fortunately I had plans already
Though this part does not occur
open the ground beneath me Only (the sun)
sees me fall
I refuse and become
my own city