it would be the distance between me and the small insects who do errands coming through the loblollies, the tough…
The Mediterranean orange fruit bowl I’d hear your ring kiss has hovered over our dinners since you died, even though…
What can I tell you about this body but that it is mine? Not my mother’s though she tried harder…
It kills others before it turns on itself. In faraway lands, a bomb scatters debris like a flock of startled…
It depends on if you’re its type or not. If you’re not, it’ll tease you like you’re an unripened plantain…
Walking across 14th street, rumor of August is a factory facing Union Square station and Broadway collapses before us stripped…
I’ve seen a tree swim the shallow pond tentacle and suctioned to the murk. If you peer into it all,…
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