Wrong Distance
November 16, 2022
Don’t you miss me as if I were dead? // That’s how you’d like to be loved.
Morbidity & the Miniature
May 11, 2018
I don’t want my child to be my miniature—I like discovering each day how much of a stranger he is.
Courtyard of the Most Embarrassing God
May 15, 2014
The pelt, dead and bristling, / might guard me from death, / a city wet with the rain of better places.