Molly Fisk – The Goodbye

The Goodbye What to do with my hands — her fingers curved to hold mine but not holding, taking the shape of a loose grip, in repose, outstretched on the pale blue sheet. Her eyes half-open and moving, but not furtive. As if measuring things in another realm, and she might be. Whether the new […]

Molly Fisk – Even Rivers

Even Rivers It isn’t wanting to die it’s not even not wanting to keep living, it’s some other kind of absenteeism my spirit dreams about but they get all tangled up in those labyrinthine trails through my neocortex and give me a headache. What I want is no more burden, less exhaustion, some kind of […]