• The Heart in Parts

    Ink-muddled tears on / the paper that I couldn’t / speak of, forever

  • White-Tailed Deer Elegy

    Body like a moon on the edge of universe / rotating softly like a dancer / bound to never cease moving

  • Eating the entire Meal

    If you were to clench pursed lips- motion toward some labial crease in the sky- you would probably find a migratory mantra.

  • My fingers are this water faucet

    Existence is sweet – savor it / in the crevices of your dried and cracked lips.

  • symptoms of the season

    since it’s already sunk into my bones / and caressed me past the point of redemption

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