Arkansas carves a daily ache Greeted by a fat skink scuffling below a sweetgum A tick burrows into my foot and Constellations bloom across my skin All this unarranged communal intimacy All my friends feel like lovers Even Trombicula autumnalis Maybe it … Continue reading Daily Ache
Two and a half hours of my first Orthodox service A procession of icons around the church “I don’t recommend high heels,” the priest says We press through snow pack and pass icicles thick as beets Somali toddlers weave between our legs Eleven languages spoken … Continue reading The Sunday of Orthodoxy in Missoula
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