So much in this house is blue. I never liked the color
but have married someone who speaks sky and carried
an ocean inside her once, and wishes to carry another
owing to her thirst to nurture.

At one time or another, everyone believed the following: that black and white movies and television shows were black and white not because of the film but because the entire world—in the twentieth century—was actually black and white.

Memories, like the ocean, surge and ebb. Miami was a small, sleepy town in the 50’s. Ike was President.

My father can’t look at me anymore. He can’t see past the bright teal bra straps tight on my slouched shoulders.

I live on a hill. A very steep hill.

There are some fruits that never show up in poems.