the way a chest caves, collapses in on itself. loses gravity as internal pressure peaks, drops with energy lost, the way a conductor slices his baton through air cutting sound.…
I put my mouth on your mouth I put my night on your night I put my mouth on your night your eyes are a different color from this angle…
At thirteen, you discovered cerulean and then the manganese dimension so that clouds could sublime their way across the blues you could believe…
the woman had no name save mother if i had a name she never used it i imagined some loving sounds and whispered them when i split her wood when…
this year again we approach second nature delicate fabric veils elaborately lift drop rosemary mangoes white wine mutual mirrors filter second guess our lifetime growing up no other…
They warn you about me in bone-strewn fairy tales; The thwarted girl prickled heavy with thorns, The eyes that bulge with death and un-lodged scales, The dragging, messy weight of…
We start with a girl sitting in uncut grass. It is spring. The grass is sweet, like melon rinds. We start with a chariot, and an old god who gets…
All night I’ve been watching the blue streaks of birds outside the window covering the cosmos in a cloak of encounter. There is a single visible tree still smoking from…
Their apocalyptic Tour-de-Eiffel figure scathes the gunmetalskyline; puncturing the fog like an anesthetist’s needle.The steep clouds rolling across the land could be the smoked abdomensof genies—which seem a direct effect of their frayed…
she searches for herself in burnt grass, speckled shoes scuttling on crystal glass as winter slippers over flaxen-haired hills & wolves rehearse what to say — she is soaked in…
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