Poetry

My Rug

If my rug were a house it would have good bones, right?

Melrose

I signed a one-year lease fifteen years ago, / but 3,497 auditions later, I’m still here.

Demi Moore Sighting in Brentwood

for Nicole Brown Simpson, murdered June 12, 1994

Dorothy Parker at the Algonquin

Suitors stare across the bar, singing sonnets with their eyes, as if praying for one last deadly line.

to avoid responsibility, i blame my father for everything

instead, i wander through / these desolate streets / broken homes with broken sinks / in search of someone

Good Hair Day

Last month, I bought a / blow dryer and a round brush.

How to be a daughter

add glitters, / add sprinkles, / add prayers,