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glued feathers on these arms with scabby blood flying better than i did you tell me that you know how to close the open wound of the sky where nothing is home by recalling the language lost when my mother cooed her belly with the sanded down statement that i may be here now with … Continue reading

a mess of you everywhere inside of me

more more than this you must give me more i am not armed for aimless love for the faded sundays under lazy fans the lukewarm spreading of a family cat the dispassionate mumbling between a blanket and duvet and the needless needing by tea left alone in the microwave i am equipped with years of … Continue reading

what the waters tell the land

To the Class of Medicine 1960, I would like to thank you for the Class of Medicine 1960 Research Bursary opportunity for my 2018 summer academic term. Without it, I’d be idle and researchless. I’ll admit this latter neologism is not a word, which is both sign of littered learning spent this summer and the … Continue reading

am i bugging you

the following is bad entomology from a worse anthropologist * must i paint the flowers too those who will wait for the wicked days when rain is promised ground taking form of the air the soap taking form of you both holding the seeds of dirt where a stem sits like that dark thing there … Continue reading

what you get when you get what

how do i hold this hope of not fearing that one day you will find the happiness that i see in something beyond myself   is it constraint to want this thirst at my leg   is there freedom to be left among the rain   her thick warm soul then everything these holes that … Continue reading

our first fight

who was milking the grey of those clouds where there we be not doing it again like those birds that block the branches that eat the scraps see the showers stuck as bathtubs that too must suffer the fate of eroding to the human form with whiteness praised the nails clipping the esophagus look look … Continue reading