Volume 3 Published in 2013
“held my berried index and middle and pulsed / with my bikepeddled speak / My stumbling tongue too / young for her mothertastes: a haste”
“Not being dead is neither worst nor best case scenario / It is just regular like you would see a beautiful orange chicken / I have three primary categories for things that happen / The first being AMAZING”
“But it’s not enough to learn to float. Floating doesn’t get you where you want to be. You have to swim too. The shape of the lake is a giant bowl. There are no shallows. The Wallenpaupack is sixty feet at the deepest point, which doesn’t sound like much, but it feels much farther when you’re swimming up and not over, fighting the pressure like a kitten running with a strip of masking tape across its back.”