A Childhood Jigsaw Puzzle | poem

A Childhood Jigsaw Puzzle I worked from the outside in. Pieces of yellow sand slashed to a sudden drop, eggshell blue scorched by a paper sun. Inside pieces next, the one with the eyelash drawn like an accent, a lilting…

For Two, Gone

For Two, Gone —for S. and D. Your weight is a phantom pulse against my side. The two of you translucent, like dried flowers pressed in a book and the more I touch you, the more pieces that crumble away.