Dear Barbie Arm on the Corner of Fifth and Market,
This isn’t about you. It isn’t about the Barbie you once belonged to, or the kid that Barbie might still belong to. It isn’t about my own kid’s Barbies…
Writer’s Choice
Agape
Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.
On My Doorstep
When I unfold the paper there’s what appears to be a bunch of feathers. As I reach for them I discover it’s a bird’s wing.
Firewood
The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.
Post-Mortem
I sigh with the tree. The tears sprout from my eyes, dripping onto the tangled roots beneath.
Kym Nacita Poetry Collection
Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.
Elevator Pitch
The hypnotic tingling draws her inward. Her mind starts humming a tune she never dreamed of singing.
Dislodging the Hook
My uncle once brought me fishing at his gun club, another family conspiracy to masculinize me. We were deep in what some locals call Swamp Yankee territory…
A Chunk of Ice Tumbling in a Thunderstorm
We are in my girlfriend’s apartment in Lawrence, a room of white walls and carpet crisscrossed with fresh vacuum trails…