I’ve started growing a garden in my chest. I pulled out my heart, lungs, and diaphragm and replaced them with soil and fertilizer. Now I lay outside in the sun for eight hours a day; I’ve left my chest open for sunlight and watering, but it doesn’t feel so empty now that my body is filled […]

I shed my skin in winter

My father taught me how to make paper fall from my palms and between my fingers, how to print words in the wrinkles and creases, stories of the year hidden in invisible ink that only palm readers can see. Each time I rub my hands together the poems I thought about writing and the stories […]