Cleopatra Mathis

“And for her, now, replaced by the plain language of the dogs, who in a few syllables have everything to say.”

“And if only it would stop, shut itself up for good- this off-key 'if only' that goes on singing, like some deranged child, repeating.”

“The heat compounded, and ugliness settled its cloud over us, profound as human speech, although by then we were not speaking.”

“ocean's snaking blues beyond the meadow”

“I will warm the great outdoors for the whole of January if I can.”

“Anxiety has forged another weather.”

“I was full of myth, which is to say full of an idea.”

“The snow is tending toward nothingness.”

“We go out in the fog in the morning won't burn.”

“White spume flew its ghost against the glass.”

“Fingernails filling with silt, scraping the sculpted...”