What can you build from sawdust and skin…
Step by step the nights taste from weeds salted down though...
One day I’ll learn the chirps of birds and call out...
Windows open and here you are reading to me,
It has nothing to do with salt—
The tick bites down on Harriet’s neck.
If I flew a sign for my daily bread, I’d work...
Living inside a battered paper cup I dance for the sake...
One night, a long time ago, I lay half asleep in...
I’m the girl with hallowed ashes flaking from her hair.
No, don’t tell me this vignette is finally over
While manly jaws masticate shiny sandwiches Shovel whatever tends to be...