“Did you miss me?Come and kiss me.Never mind my bruises,Hug me, kiss me, suck my juicesSqueez’d from goblin fruits for you,Goblin pulp and goblin dew.” — Christina Rosetti’s Goblin Market CART-CART Somebody’s abandoned an official-looking, red-red steel cart (not a
Reckonings
When navigating by dead reckoning, it’s important to start from a known point, time; time to give the queen a bath. A point. Start from a point, a needle: A compass bats its metal lash. Make the queen’s skirts. Make
The Chase
The couple chases their perfect marriage across the velvety grass. The perfect marriage is a wet pink bubble. It’s bigger than a house, and it bounces away over the gently rolling meadow. Its woozy shimmer trembles in the breeze. The