Gift Wrapped in Grass

You are too delicate and so you have to be kept in a vase and watered. You cry too easily so I have to dance and make jokes and tease and pet you. There is the smell of pine and forest crushed in your hair so I have to tame you with bits of food […]


Once there was a rag that the farmwife tore up Before that it was a dress taking shape on the sewing machine Before that a woman pinching fabric between thumb and forefinger at a country store imagining herself pretty in it imagining bodice and waist a hand on that waist a dance a swirl of […]