The Taste of Paper

      After seven years of silence —a soft mumble of an email. I miss you. More of a murmur in sleep than a conscious sentiment. But we were never friends. More like refugees huddled together trying to survive the same war. Waiting in blown-out rooms for our men to return from the torn … Continue reading The Taste of Paper

37 degrees

37 degrees is the temperature a normal body holds. She woke up cold beside him and already knew. He stared up blinkless--dust already forming on his pupils. She filled him again and again, punching in time to the tinny disconnect of the speakerphone counting with her: one and two and three and four and five.   She pauses, ear to mouth … Continue reading 37 degrees

The Wailing Wall

    All that remains is the marble of your back as you lie on your side asleep like a fallen column on bed sheets stretching out between us like   forty    years   of    Sinai    sand. I read the ridge of your spine skimming the braille of vertebrae for something buried deep as memory You shift … Continue reading The Wailing Wall

The Consumer and the Consumed

In a windowless room, our shirts pushed up over the elbows, in order to touch the bottom without getting wet.   Feeling in the muck, through the foreign food bodies, for the soft stick of forks and the smooth underbelly of spoons.   The mist from the sprayer slicks every surface to a dangerous sheen. … Continue reading The Consumer and the Consumed

Celestial Bodies

CELESTIAL BODIES Luna traced her finger down the long crack in the cement stoop they sat on. It ran under her feet like a fault line and disappeared under the toe of Sam’s dark Van shoe beside her—something a teenage skater would more likely wear than a married father approaching his forties—but somehow they always … Continue reading Celestial Bodies