Child of God

He had a pet tree named Rigor Mortis / and swore when he spoke in tongues.

Big Life

now this is the softcore version

Nine Places

Here my mother will peel back layers of wallpaper in the kitchen, its large orange and brown patterned flowers tearing stingily.

Nine Mournings

The first morning is soaked in fog and dew collects on her bare shoulders, speckles of water crowding together in an anxious wait as Harriet stands in the middle of the crossroad.