Fiction

“Warmup” in Pithead Chapel, Spring 2022

“I was fifteen when I took a hammer to the face.”

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“Gold” in B O D Y, Winter 2020

“When she lays down, her newly expanded hips, round as risen bread, are swollen next to my unleavened ones.”

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“The Virgin Girls” in Barrelhouse, Fall 2020

“The Virgin girls are not virgins.”

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“Pruned” in Ghost Parachute, Summer 2020

“I am what these people have taught me to be: a clusterfuck of mystery; a pillar of commonplace.”

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“Melon” in FlashLIT, Page 9 in PDF, Page 1 in anthology, Spring 2020

“Food isn’t a language you speak anymore.”

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“For When The Dishes Pile Up” in JMWW, Spring 2020

“It is all a kind of loving.”

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“My Boyfriend Met My Parents At My Funeral” in Threadcount, Fall 2019

“I wanted my boyfriend to stand up, to stop crying and say something.”

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“Lingerie” in Necessary Fiction, Summer 2018

“How his eyes glow like grandma’s do when he holds my mouth and nose shut until I finally stop crying, and then he gets afraid and starts crying too.”

Nonfiction

“What Love Feels Like” in The New York Times, Spring 2020 (Audio on Modern Love podcast)

“It’s the workout where you squat and catch the medicine ball at the same time. It’s falling and lifting at once.”

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“Those Poor Dolls” in Semicolon, Page 16, Summer 2019

“I will master this art of independence that will not end with me in the bottom of a well or a lake somewhere being reported on channel nine.”

Poetry

“Sometimes the Pooch Can’t Be Unscrewed” in Yes Poetry, Spring 2020

“Sister after sister, now, we shake // our tambourines, lay in sleeping bags under a roof we built, grow hair// to our dimpling sides.”