“lingering mysteries I knew / I would never know: a boy who / drank rivers…”
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“lingering mysteries I knew / I would never know: a boy who / drank rivers…”
“The balloon continued to expand until it was big enough for me to crawl inside and curl up like an embryo in a green rubber womb.”
“The wildlife / rescue continues to tell me who / survives, who passes.”
“She watched him trot to the bathroom naked and thought of how strange his body looked. His four hairy legs were twice the size of her arms.”
“Born with so much blackness, I spent my life adjusting / puffy eyes to a new light, missing her darkness”
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