Wild Woman

I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]


Flaps flare Seated Stowed Ears deaf to the drum Of the skyline Stamping Beneath the jet engines’ roar Swollen feet fidget Clamoring for disembarkation Anxious bodies are restless to depressurize Please have your documents ready Another 767 Lurches to the gate (The baby in 2C is finally asleep.) Seatbelts: Off Landing lips: On Additional translation [...]