mother, your favorite tiki bar-
for Nat
Poetry
Citrus
The vacuum of space / smells like peeled oranges
the gyre
sometimes late at night at work I think about putting myself through the vegetable dicer
LINE BREAKS (at GUARDRAILS)
the sitting and waiting / is killer
The Hopefuls
and we / went away from each other and worked daily // at not remembering
on transition
today you'll be a boy/ & tomorrow you'll be a girl
Department Store
To swallow the world before...it swallows us