Generally concerned. Poetry, short fiction.
Tenderness a risk I take for you
again and again,
my heart a shell I scrape barnacles off of.
My back curls into a cresting wave ,
An Art Song for Zach Pfeifer
The star eater yawns, expands
its hands so that it might
reach and gather what it demands:
I think they have come for me.
I lean against the bathroom door,
my weight pressed against the slim board
so hard that my feet slip out from under me