What happened at the lost colony of Roanoke?
The sounds of metallic balloons popping beneath high-heeled
shoes, a blue parakeet dying of hypothermia, a grown woman subsisting on candy
and wine
When Grandma dies what will things be like?
Riding a mint-colored bicycle with your white hair in a long
braid down your back, carefree
How does it feel to lose a limb?
Whiskey, chocolate ice cream, one crying jag for every two
weeks you wanted to kiss her
What will be happening the moment I meet my soulmate?
Your ex-girlfriend hidden beneath your bedspread, butterfly knife
in hand
What does it take to be a good mother?
Spit, all your shredded letters, all of my favorite bedding,
feather pillows, zip ties, string, an allegedly endless supply of love
How do you deal with the pain that accompanies your
premonitions?
Slicing off toes to fit into someone else’s shoes, poisoning
a girl you should be praying for, absconding with her bundle of joy because she
has forgotten you
At what point should we stop drinking?
Maybe it would be easier if we had arms like Michelle
Obama, arms better suited for holding
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