I dream of taking to my childhood home with a fork and a knife. I dream of carving at the windows that never opened, of lapping at the...

Feed me, my mouth yawned, so Father fed me his eyes. Feed me, my eyes begged, so Father fed me his teeth. Feed me, my teeth gnashed, so...

I took a bath in my mother’s perfume I soaked my skin in her oiled quintessence The bottle read Jasmine, Ethanol, Osmanthus, but my skin...