[It's too overwhelming]
I knew then that my life’s work would be reassembly
[I'm dazzled by the quality of my friend's deep attention]
The dailyness floors me
[I like a wild cosmos]
All you can do is ache & stay alive.
Darren C. Demaree
Firework Over the Retention Pond #19
closer, our hands
C. Dylan Bassett
An Elegy, an Accident, and a House in the Desert To Be Used as a Map
History of love : a lemon tree.
A great horned owl with curved talons, wicked ebony.
The Selfish Gardener
The shelves will be filled with the red and gold.
Poppies Grow Out of My Toenails
We will both be buried alive for the sake of authenticity.
January 31, 1993
Like making a living off Snickers bars and Picolin.
...when we walk single file next to the expressway
Weekend in Kentucky
a few dirty soup cans and a bottle of maple syrup
The sun has been missing for days.
He looked to us. Can you see her?
shaving seconds from the clock like stubble from the arm pits
outside the eggshell
John Brown Spiers
a childhood she freely admitted was just about as pain-free and cotton candy-filled as she could’ve wished it to be