Genevieve N. Williams
Brink
I work small bones from the back of my mouthto my front teeth, pluck and drop themin a pile on a plastic plate. How easy it could be to golike this: cross-legged on the kitchen stool,mackerel flash-fried only a moment ago,an untongued bone fixed and final in my throat. After shattering a bottle of Shalimar …
An Exercise in Self-deprecation
You are staying at your poet friends’ placewhile they take their two daughters to Disneylandwhen you wake to the bumpingof moth against lampshade. Because you arealone at the bottom of a dirt road in a forest north of the city,you pad on the balls of your feet to the far end of the room,where the …