“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
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“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
“I am a God fearing man / depending on who asks / But between you and me / God does not exist”
“lingering mysteries I knew / I would never know: a boy who / drank rivers…”
“The wildlife / rescue continues to tell me who / survives, who passes.”
“Born with so much blackness, I spent my life adjusting / puffy eyes to a new light, missing her darkness”
“they thought a ballistic missile / would drop. First, the realization: / no shelter, no basements
“Not everyone can tolerate at the speed of light”
“the straight shot / the long shot / the parting shot / indiscriminate in the dark…”
“…Nothing prospered across the land / Until she came out of her trance.”
“I wonder what violence will / find me today. A deer’s teeth.”
“easy to find the tension in the root. / The give. The take.”
“You fooled me. Your ability to / thrive without needing…”
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“I've come to learn: Packages / and bad news arrive regardless”
“Recently, the doctor has been looking / at my ovaries. I mean: she shoved / a camera inside of me to get a glimpse”
“under tables with green fire. / we are thinking / who's the child”
“You are / distracted, so / the spirit / cannot summon / you at / midnight hunger”
“across the empty highway—how I slowed the car, prayed to survive that terrifying beauty.”
