Selected Publications

THE YALE REVIEW | Temps

I spent half of my first temping paycheck on new clothes from an outlet mall. It turned out that none of the other girls wore blazers; instead they wore pastel dresses and nude heels, as if they were ready to join a bridal party at any moment.

THE GREENSBORO REVIEW | Segue (print)

The woman becomes a shadow, becomes a tree, becomes a voice repeating the same question in your head: what are you going to do?

NASHVILLE REVIEW | Drake and the Erotics of Loneliness

Loneliness might be listening to a song on repeat until you realize it was never about you.

LOS ANGELES REVIEW OF BOOKS: VOLUBLE | Printmaking

Of course the piece is about losing you. It was about losing you before I had lost you, by which I mean, it was a story about two people in the present tense. 

RATTLE: POETS RESPOND | On Access

If I were a person who posts online, I would say girls learn, year by year, to be quieter, to listen as men have conversations about what they believe are our mistakes.

COSMONAUTS AVENUE | Temps (poem)

In every office building there is someone stuffing envelopes, me, for instance, in this conference room, telling the other temp a story

NO TOKENS JOURNAL | Picnic

I thought of it like a body, opening to pain before closing back on itself, the image pressed onto some lonely interior plane.