Vol. 8 No. 3

Winter 2025

Waiting for Godot
Editor's Note
A Poem in Which I Live Happily Ever After
Terra Bella
Vick's Vapo-Rub
your father
Zero to Infinity
Tiny Fish
As If I Were a Meadow/Antonietta
How to Keep Produce Fresh
From East to West
Crossroads
a jumping fish in three parts
What Drops on the Ground Becomes Fertile
A Dedication
When I Left the South
The Site
Unclaimed
The Pool Isn’t Empty
The Unknowable
Quatern: Spinoza in Exile I
Why a Dove
Autumn Leaves in Taos
Snow Angel
When I worked security, we’d walk
wedding garden
Rummage
Birthday Party All Tricked Out
Herd Instinct (A Diptych)
Crawfishing in Macleay Park
Communion II
Loquiphobia
Toronto Night
How to Make Potatoes Au Gratin for a Family Holiday
Cactus Fruit
Nobody’s Girl
We Can’t Find Where My Grandparents Are Buried
The River Calls For Us All
Hook
Scavengers
Shaving
Interchange
schedule this message to send at 3am
Wes Anderson
Cartload
While attending the Deep Vellum ten-year anniversary party at The Wild Detectives
Camera Obscura as Self-Portrait
Returning from an earthworm’s funeral procession being carried out by razor jaw ants, we get stuck in rain*
Imprint
This doe as a map
Cicadas, Puenta Allen, Yucatán
Stab Shallow
Mystic Aquarium
Summer A
Vigil
Interior
Untertow: A Love Story
Medusahead
When my lover wakes, there are no warplanes in the sky
Stones & Stories
After One Last Trip to the Store
Even a Rabbit Can Twist an Ankle
Someone Always Needs to Explain
So Many Books, Too Few Elders
Tree-Eaters
Fast Friends
Wild
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Atoning
Lily Elsie Before The Merry Widow
Dick Van Dyke flees his Malibu home
How to Lucid Dream
Six Characters in Search of an Author

As If I Were a Meadow/Antonietta

“The girl’s face was entirely hairy on the front, except for the
nostrils and her lips around the mouth. The hairs on her
forehead were longer and rougher in comparison with those
which covered her cheeks, although these are softer to touch
than the rest of her body, and she was hairy on the foremost
part of her back, and bristling with yellow hair up to the
beginning of her loins.”—
Ulisse Aldrovandi, author of
Monstronum historia
, catalogue of human and animal
abnormalities, Bologna, Italy, 1594

The woman in black unlaces my dress
lifts it over my head and I am bare.

Sun pours through the window and
the hairs on my body shine bright and golden as trinkets.

I am excited by my nakedness and also afraid.
Hush, says the woman. He will not harm you.

Dr. Aldrovandi’s hands are gentle
pale and dry as parchment.

He examines me like a map—
traces my skin with his fingers

from the north of my throat
to the south of my pubis.

I am a girl of ten.
A cabinet of curiosities, he calls me.

*

My sisters and I skip through columned halls in silk slippers and
          gowns
past stern busts of Carrara marble frowning down.

We play with hoops and rubber balls that come
all the way from the New World.

But when the grown-ups are busy
with their tea and flattery—

nursemaid tending to the colicky baby,
laundress stiffening our fat white ruffs with starch and rack–

the other children of the court call us dog-faced girls.
One lifts the hem of my petticoat

whispers cruelties into my hair—
Do you hide a tail beneath your skirts?

*

I can tat lace, tie hitch knots beside the nursery fire,
read Latin as well as the prince.

Yet here in the woods behind the palace
I am a wild thing among wild things.

Hidden among the hawthorn and sweet cherry trees
my body resists naming.

I lie on my back, lift my dress and offer
limbs and belly to the wind.

Rooks clamor in the branches overhead.
Ants scuttle across my arms.

Crickets settle in my fur
as if I were a meadow.

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