Chestertown – Wild Women Wisdom

elegy, on summer’s dark moon, for a friend who travels on

in the dark i lay body to body, a stranger to my bed much as the stranger in my bed who isno stranger, man whose breath i am able to taste when he’s awaywho for two years sleeps aside other in the dark sleeps asidethe child growing darkness of my heaving womb to his bare back…

It happened every place we ever lived. I hated cleaning.

This little hobbit house. I can count on one finger the amount of times I have cleaned it, like scrub cleaned the way I was taught when I was a girl. When I was clean, like sober clean, almost two years, I had moved into my first place just for me, no roommates. It was…