if I had a god to pray to / it would be the light fixture / in the jail cell I spent most / of a day in.
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we dressed / in our best / false breasts / to impress / our two guests
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Vexed light on dune evening primrose. The mineral lands denuded, / this still hurts.
The retreating autumn deepens in the city. Water turns from silver to maroon. A fisherman smokes on the bank, looking at the rising tide. The dark tones in the landscape are often overlooked. The …
On the ice floe they pretended they were on a white sand beach / The trail guide had really screwed up / Earlier he had pinched a thistle and paid the consequences
Frayed hymn, but faded. Unsown / threads turned toothy-tough — a gift / of wild roadside seedheads gone / gunmetal with dirt-freckled rain.
And if they’re missing / in inaction, forgive them / Their useless pearls, nouns
I have a worm / beneath my hair — / a future worm, / a nerve / from the eternal / present.
One night, my father will come home late with a rifle in his hands / yelling “I’m here.” Everyone will laugh. / Every corner of the ocean is the same.
The return trip has a map already. Surviving in sugar waters, in rhythms of algae. / The earth in the hollow is breaking—I knew it instinctively, and in my mind, insects were swarming, traversing …
And did we come to some conclusion about who set fire to the Master’s House / The autumn-petal of it, swinging flame on the black bough of the sky?
It means to want so badly. / How close win is to want is the distance / between his fast ball & her face.