when my daughter feels good about herself she radiates a sad sweetness— a cherry blossom opening under wind thrashing and uncalm words she has been here all along under a mirror black sea singing clear obsidian— weeping dark salt in her sleep

i have given my daughter the curse of thinking / intrusive thoughts which grind down the asphalt/ / her quiet place on the airport runway has been reserved / genetically / my sister my cousins either on ssris or self-medicating / i have decided to take the pills so i don’t weep or scream / […]

i want to smell like a cedar grove after the rain  when the sun slants in through the canopy steaming the path with combustion and rot   i want to sound like the ocean when the storm has passed overnight and the swells from a thousand  miles of wind heave lift and shatter   i […]

My job today is to sit with him for 12 hours so he doesn’t try to open the blood or close the air. He has not wanted to eat, but this morning he allows French toast and sugar free syrup to nourish him. He even drinks his milk. When the young doctors arrive he barely […]