I’ve decided to put an excerpt of a poem in the memo line for each check I write. Just another way to curate and disseminate poetry content.

If I had to be half a mannequin, I don’t know if I’d rather be the top half or the bottom half.

My hair and I have entered an awkward phase in our relationship.

I want to be a moth in my next life. The cocoon appeals to me far more than the womb.

When does inquiry into illness become an inquisition against the body?

I think I’ll induce a temporary chemical lobotomy by taking lorazepam. Then I’ll stare at the wall like a good girl.

If a form asks what state I live in, is “Chaos” an appropriate response?

The dog woke me up just in time to watch this great NutriBullet infomercial.

After we swallowed one another, we contained the world.

Music is like a second heartbeat.

Someone has short-sheeted my life.

Ghosts keep following me home. The living tell me I shouldn’t feed them, so I do.

Last night I dreamed that I cooked myself for dinner. Ten minutes. One pot of boiling water. Enough to serve all my friends—and one enemy.

I came home tonight smelling like other people, and I liked it.

I will not give thanks for anything I do that causes another living being to suffer.

I’ve been wearing this day inside out and backwards.

Sometimes breath passes for language.

Today, I asked my husband to bring me some almonds. He misunderstood me and went off in search of condoms.

The long arm of the blah.

If I collect enough books, my belongings will be so heavy I won’t ever be able to run away from home.

I’m trying to live like a hamster: little piles of the things that sustain me tucked all around my living space.

Sometimes I mistake the table of contents of a literary journal for a poem, and I think, This poem is really weird.

I am a pajama-based life form.

Erotic or chihuahua? While watching television, I feel a tongue begin to lick my big toe.

Erotic or chihuahua? Something warm presses against me while I am sleeping.

Erotic or chihuahua? I yawn, and suddenly there is a tongue in my mouth.

Erotic or chihuahua? Something brings me little gifts each day, tokens of affection. A squeaky toy. A ball.

Erotic or chihuahua? Something says, I could nuzzle in your bosom for hours. I will never leave you.

Erotic or chihuahua? Something goes to pieces whenever my husband and I kiss. Something cries. Something wails. Something tries to wedge itself between us.

Erotic or chihuahua? Something kicks my husband in the back repeatedly until he is forced to get out of bed. Then it rolls over and says, “Hold me.

Erotic or chihuahua? Something says, I will watch bad movies with you, all the ones you love. Ice Castles. Legend. Sweet November. That is how devoted I am to you.