Travel Tip #3: Antarctica & Growth
Not just a memory, but / an invisible & teeming / with life magnetic field,
Poetry
The Sea Cannot Turn to Stone
CW: Sexual Violence
When You're In Love With a Poet
Wind bristles my bones as I shiver through our vacant city.
My mum sends all her texts as blocks
as if she’s speaking to you directly
Cry-baby
Have you ever held Death’s hand? I have. I have pulled it to my cheek and told it to slap. Stupid girl, brilliant bones. Feel it. Feel it!
What if We Kiss in the North Brooklyn Industrial Business Zone?
We were trying to make our way back / To the subway before sunset.
Titivillus
No darker brew can flow / Than moonless thunder sting / Of rites which echo might.