Poetry

voices echo between emptying aisles

it’s easier if i show you.

Everything is fraught / with terror when one’s life is blessed / by saving.

'Letter to My Mother's Mother' and 'Mink'

All beautiful things conceal
their rough and hanging edges.

What should we tell our children about it?

Her laugh / is like a window breaking.

i thought long and hard, then thought some more,
about what? idk… sonnets…

The world breathes like its lungs never get tired

I’ve seen other worlds in me, alternate histories