cicatrix • museum of echoes
cicatrixi. The sparrows cured us of looking,but we couldn't stop the fluorescenceof their song. Their song, though useless,like all utterance, cut clear into us.ii. When I said wren, I meant childhood, the…
Teeth
When my first tooth got loose, dad said we could tie a string to it and tie the string to a door knob, then slam the…
The Problem with Women’s Hearts
Henrietta Miller hobbled from the big box megastore, plastic bags bursting with enough cat litter to carpet a lion’s den. The weight of her parcels carved…
Limes
He cut the lime in half, very carefully, so that the two pieces would be as evenly matched in weight and shape as possible. Of course the fruit was not…
Three Poems
The Woods Say Welcome and They Are Glad I Am HereI fear this prison picture amongst trees. A girl is blindfolded rats circle her feet …