Am I brittle bark, twistingbranch reaching skyward to pale winter wind destined to shatter orglowing, boiling sappouring upward…
He knew when they met they were both distracted.
we define ourselves in constantly changingamorphous bubbles trying to fit the shapesthe world perfunctorily throws us in
Here, at last, are the compounds particular to starting a vast living engineInfinitely…
was told of that time i climbed a fence, the oneat the mouth of our urban driveway, i wrapped newand pudgy fingers round hollow metal diamonds…
Caged and crying, in the carIt’s to the vet we’re boundTo have her cut and opened upHer fertile womb unwound
again and again andround and round