selected past writing at 42opus
I'm here for a second D & C because the first D & C after a missed miscarriage due to Blighted Ovum resulted in heavy bleeding for the past 6 weeks now I can barely stand up and last night thought I am finally bleeding to death and Arielle said, oh God this doesn't sound good, maybe you should lie down, bleeding like that. I mean women have babies when they sit on the toilet… I mean the bleeding might be worse there because of gravity and, I don't know, maybe go to the hospital? and Arielle hates hospitals
22 September 2008 | poetry
We work in a winter of soon & make do
while we wait for your wife to bring fruit & deli sandwiches
to prove connections best, maintained.
13 March 2007 | poetry
Lisa followed Mitchie through row after row of listing tin shacks. Puff-bellied children tugged at her hands and clothes. They stroked her white skin and made darting swipes at her yellow hair. They giggled and covered their broken teeth with dirty fingers. She emptied her pockets into their hands. She undid the clasp on her thin silver chain and dropped it in a boy's open hand. He ran off shouting, waving the necklace like a flag.
Poor dear, she'll never get to disappear
until we tire of her taste. Like the minute hand
that doesn't move, our eyes' formaldehyde
keep her glued. And our literature, like her,
stares forever back at nothing much left.
14 August 2010 | poetry