2018

but my great-grandmother is resting. she looks regal
in her Geri chair, her one leg left propped

like an antique. I don’t know when her mouth began to part […]

I pledge allegiance to my safety nets, my beloved anchors.
            My self-medication & purging spell. […]

The moment stood
            balanced […]

We quit listening. All the listening was done. Listening, as an activity, had only occurred in the past tense.
We had mouths now. Vehicular mouths. […]

Language’s texture wakes me—moss
undulates the cave wall, makes me consider
myself a time honored hobby […]

My eyes are creek stones covered in slurry.

Or my stones are not creek stones but marbles […]

Nothing we touch
belongs to us.

We are the glittering, […]

Oh you want is attention

what a lie addressed to we

both have believed in […]

Tell of polish in a rock tumbler’s heart,
redwood stump encircled by its progeny, […]