This Is How It Finds Us after Diana Khoi Nguyen   blue ruffle out on the bay breaking briefly around one reef and another   snagged white shoreline rushing and receding   with It.  How the juniper rattles and loses its buttons   and we…

She is dead, My tiny little potted plant Her leaves scattered  Just below the loft   Dry and lifeless she lay Dead stalk shivering As the wind swayed The loft so high   Oh! Who could have done it? I glared angry at the sun…

Running through the grass whipping around my face wind howling behind me while the darkness consumes chasing me rounding the curves I cut through the grass even as it is chasing me it is still running

Violins play from my phone I breathe in time I hate this part of the week but this must be done   I disinfect the area ready a second swab if needed Pull the cap from the injection pen and rest it on my thigh…

I am living in someone else’s house Decorations meant to soothe but sharp edges cut my consciousness None of this is mine and while I am here I must care for it Doorknobs run on electricity and cameras viewing the outside world I will be…

Sometimes I hear him at the back of my mind or I hear him in an empty room his hand inhabits mine and guides me to a calmer state   I see him in the mirror when I look too quickly and unguarded his eyes…

Running on empty. Running out of time. Always running, rarely resting. Now I’m running out of rhyme.

I want no other world. If you’re not there with me. I am happy here.

I used to stare through tubes of cardboard and plastic watching fractals and splinters of color remix and reorganize as they turn in my tiny hands and entertained me for hours

Step one: Open the box Read the instructions on the box Without spilling the contents of the box   Step two: Spill contents of the box Curse Sigh with relief That the contents are separately packaged   Step three: Look for eggs in the fridge…