we carry our words in our bellies, long outgrowing their gestation period. they’re aging long beyond their birthdays, when we compressed and squeezed and resisted their life in the air and in the ears of others and said no one could hold them as well as we could that we couldn’t trust our families, either. … Continue reading Overdue


we spend our whole lives looking for windows, to wave at ourselves, to spend the whole day telling ourselves hello, hello, hello. we walk backwards in front of ourselves on the street, examining the folds of hair that lift in the wind, our stiff nose. do you see them? only inasmuch as you see yourself … Continue reading Introspector