“Let me tell you about being female” rings, obliquely, the salvo and refrain of Sarah Giragosian’s […]
Sarah Giragosian
I didn’t ask to learn benevolence towards my enemies. I said teach me to be a […]
Missing Person by Sarah Giragosian
I have un-marbled your lunch pail of its patina of jelly, its bloom of mold. What […]
Leftover by Sarah Giragosian
Below a vertical zoo, at the edge of waking, I dream up a vast body with […]
Zoo Dream by Sarah Giragosian
When we kill, we do it well. I have paid to see their bones encased in […]