Ellen Roche3/1 — one long braidMy grandmother examined swans with burred hands, rounded not by dirt plunges but hurt mouths. She worked in a brown building that purrs…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/28 — cloak slinksYour words shirk their responsibilities beyond the page, their soil-clawed recompense a vestige of decomposition. We take shovels up to…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/27 — mud grass slickI try to simplify but the shit piles up in stacks next to my bed. I slept in a crack of gravity last night, slip styled in satiny purple…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/26 — flung threatI pour nine bitter pills into a trash cloud bag, black cohosh that we trusted in to mitigate our womanhood, to clash with estrogen surges…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/25 — fried chicken wellI never got to love fried chicken well; becoming vegetarian at eight has cut my life some losses. Taco Bell meant chips and sheen of…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/24 — bruised upYou slide into the astroturf like knees on a knobby middle schooler, the cold in her a December resisting pleas to take better care. She…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/23 — butter cakeToday I wear my belly proud. Butter cake with Raisa’s mom flaked from our forks, Juned in a humid Sheepshead Bay flat. Clutter of turtles…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/22 — open a hairHe turned my chin toward him like a lover would without thinking, if I had turned toward the window’s winnowing light and covered my eyes…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/21 — citronella scarsYou taste like certainty, a night of stars in elementary school, knees touching on the blacktop pavement, citronella scars lacing up into…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018
Ellen Roche2/20 — cast a thirdI sit in a chaos of coffee shop and listen to two women cast a third in terms of her anger. She blew her top over a parking spot outside…Mar 16, 2018Mar 16, 2018