What do you think?
Rate this book


255 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 13, 2024
"It arrives in the kitchen
one palm braced over the metal lid
of a French press, the smell of coffee blank & demanding:
my high school love, nudging me
aside, and insisting we set the timer for three minutes exactly.
no milk. no sugar. only the black soil between our teeth."
"You crack joke after joke, sunny side up, orange eggs in a black pan. I see lives cut short for a breakfast, you see nourishment, calories, something that will help us grow. It can’t all be doom and gloom you say when we can’t afford anything but our love for each other, and as you lay a grubby handprint on my white shirt, finally I laugh."
"Sister, I meant to meet you in the pit
of punks, girls to the front. I meant to brace
my marching voice on yours, our shivered longing
hoarse as rafters. I meant a moonstruck dress
my bones outgrew to settle on your shoulders.
I meant to sleep. I meant only to stay
safe in distant sisterhood. Now
it’s already morning and the dogs of news
are rattling the gate before your blood
has sunk into the earth. The fife and drum.
The column’s inch. The typing has begun.
My sister, when I call to pass the dead
weight from my heart to hers, says, “The worst
is hoping to hear that it wasn’t . . .” But when my sisters
walk with ghosts on either side, what odds
does it make: chance or choice, the edge of hatred
finds its mark. Sister, you were born
after I first ringed my eyes with black,
after I first skinned the street and tasted
desperation, after womanhood
began to ring her furious alarms
beyond my reach. I wrote a bloody book
before you took a breath. The space you left
cannot be filled, though we, your hungered sisters,
will drown the world-tree with grief."
"I left a bruise: the blade’s tip ricocheting off chestguards
on to flesh. Just as often, I would feel yellow
blooms of ache where the girl I thought was
beautiful
had pierced my heart."
"I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two
And see what worms are eating
At the rind."
And I say to you someone will remember us- Sappho
In time to come . . .