Reviews

★★☆☆☆

I dressed her myself. White, so it would look like a holiday. I told the children not to be frightened. I told her it was only winter we were throwing. When she went under I said she had only gone in a second. I asked for a picture of the water to show him how pretty it was.

★☆☆☆☆

I stood in the doorway of a room that was not mine and called it looking. I was impressed with the building. I needed to piss. I did not touch anything. I do not know what she is talking about. Things are improving.

★★★★★

I do not visit. Visiting would imply departure. I was in the house before she had a mouth. I keep what leaves the body. I kept her while she was still using one. The temple at Gniezno was only the public door. The private door was a bedroom. She keeps walking out with my names in her coat. I have written to March to have her returned. March does not return girls to clerks. I will wait. I am the waiting.

★★★☆☆

We required a woman we could carry. We required that she not scream in a language we would have to answer. We required a date on the calendar so that none of us would have to admit we chose the river. Three stars. She keeps arriving early.

★☆☆☆☆

A child pointed at the procession and said the word. I said delusion. I said weather. I said do not teach her to name the season or the season will become her character. I billed the house. The house was grateful.

★☆☆☆☆

They want me to be the moral. They want the drowning to count as growth. I am only the month that shows the body. I did not save her. I made her visible.

★★★★★

I did not ask her to be small. I did not ask her to be good. I let her take up the whole dark and I did not call that a symptom. When they came with fire I was the only one who said not yet.

★★★★★

Built from what the house could spare and still look decent: a skirt, a mouth that would not open in company, straw where a spine should argue. They said this is her. They said this is winter. They said this is over. I was the only object in the room that had to hold all three lies at once.

★★★★☆

I was told not to look. I looked. She was swimming. Nobody wanted that reported. I learned to talk about God instead.

★★★★★

Do not look back after you throw her. If you look back you will have to admit she had a face. If she had a face you will have to admit you knew the face. If you knew the face this was never a festival.

★★☆☆☆

I am only the floor. He stamps me and calls me home. She sleeps here with her shoes on. In the morning a sentence is missing from the house above. I do not keep anyone. I am what you fall through after he has signed.

★★★★★

I was in her hair when they decided what she was for. I came out of the water in a closed fist. They almost threw me away with her. I am what you keep when you want proof and also want to stay innocent of proof.

★★★★★

I am the letters they did not notice they had used. Forms they forgot they filled out. I fit. I was not invited. I was kept. I drank the priest's blood. They ushered me out. I stayed.

★★★★★

Thinner river. Same hands. You wring a life until it looks like literature. You drown the doll so the field will feed you. You call the wet stack a manuscript. You do not look back because if you look back she is still in it, swimming, and then you would have to publish her instead of the weather.

★★★★☆

Put it on the calendar if it helps you sleep. She is not using your calendar. She is using her lungs.