TOUCHES
we united and merged in countless ways
but you were never closer to me than then
when you touched my leg under the table
signaling that the interlocutor across
said something stupid
A POET ABOUT THE MIGRANT CRISIS
I’M WRITING INSTEAD OF MY SISTER
MATTRESS
OPHELIA’S MONOLOGUE
UNPREPARED SIN
SUMMER IN SPASM
TOUCHES
THEATER IN THE KITCHEN
SEED
FEET
WEDDING
we united and merged in countless ways
but you were never closer to me than then
when you touched my leg under the table
signaling that the interlocutor across
said something stupid