"Honeysuckled in the thistles of sheets and shushes Read More
I could not understand her writhing fire
why light fragmented even after"
"Not being dead is neither worst nor best case scenario Read More
It is just regular like you would see a beautiful orange chicken"
"The light was a specific kind
as a sky-field of stars without a moon
His mouth alone was enough Read More
for me to know love’s brutal pull"
"It was the summer the lake froze two feet thick & the streets were covered in frost. We were on the shore in our bathing suits, ready for vacation, but it never came. What we couldn’t understand made us angry—some of us threw rocks & tables at the ice, hoping to crack it, while others spent whole mornings just screaming at the sun." Read More
"Thin, vinegar-sauce tang calls us Read More
to our seats like somnambulists.
Our fever-dreams are burnt ends,
collard greens, sliced white bread."
"First of all, such a fussy word—little bundles Read More
of nerve sewn up and plunged in a trunk,"
I crouch in a glass bottle sensing the wall
surrounds me My breath and the wall touch
irregularities shaping the air that presses
against my skin Read More
"How his wheel takes dead men dragging,
in dim light that reminds me
of mountains where men wear no armor, Read More
just beards and robes, and walk"
"fact, you’re filling our room with cacophonies of coughing,
a viral symphony. You hold a blanket against your chest,
thinking perhaps about antihistamine & when anti- Read More
bodies are loyal (or specific) in choosing what to be"