Fugitives
We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
Poetry
Cerebral removalists
Moving house is moving between / pockets of time and space
5:49p.m. on May 5, 1821 on St. Helena
who retreats?
teeth dreaming
there are no giants / there are no talking fish / there is no megalodon, / the dream is over.
trans culture is hating shirts
Trans culture is finding an old t-shirt / from your bottom drawer, / and immediately putting it back / to avoid a weird nostalgic feeling.
your bokoblin arm is badly damaged
— after The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
bathroom stall as a red room or a prayer closet
may you hunt me like a standoff of village