Speak, and I Sit by You
24 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry
You're boiling baby spinach before
that dreaded date, your hands
quake like the leaves on the stewing
water, backbones wilting in heat.
The Paper Weights
21 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry
Mother's breasts flutter to the table,
"They won't hold up," she says.
The rest of her cards fly
on bowed wings.
