my skin tightly draped across my ribs
fishing knife cuts for homemade gills
8 chambers
thoughts of scathing weight
weights
pestering queens
were using the vowels in my name
A
A
A cold hand
tonight’s moon
in its nakedness
against craggy purples
tonight’s moon,
incapable
incapable of feeling-human
against craggy purples
bodies
ore
ore
ore
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[on mica ground]
a piece of seaweed
in my seraph
a hymn on salted lips
in crib
she handled it with such aplomb
it almost made her ugly
pearl pills
clove hitch
undid
portals of wildfire
us on wicker swings
swing
swing
taking Inventory
swing
swing
swings
balms & brine
bodies lined
in asphodel
finding ground
in mid-ocean
the lees
of the sea
my pallid face
looking at seas
of white samite
a curlew brushes my foot
bulrush-beds
aged mete
the lees
of the sea
long-dead
soft blues
carried me mid-speech
pristine molars
wafts of honeysuckle
soft blues
befall me
soft blues
soft blues
long-dead asides