Minima

Somewhere between the lemon groves of California and the frozen Hudson River, time lost its shape. Our dreams wore horns. We leaned into the…

floods the chest cavity, up through the throat–an upper limit against which to speak is to drip. with breathless pressure…

the Winter Olympics were held in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, a small town in Bavaria. Relatives of mine—of hers—lived there, generations ago . . .

[PASSING DISCARDED] | [THE MAN SITS UP,] | [ICE SMOTHERS THE FOREST. ABANDONED]

Though he is my father, I don’t see him often. . .

On a French moon, / the plum stands out . . .

I am a Jackie-lover . . .

To pickle, to preserve, means to extend . . .

We launched into green algae like old pros and felt the keel gut at the river bottom like a dull knife into the soft belly of a Guadalupe Bass . . .

“Operation Urgent Fury” and “Slight Variations”