It’s you, / oversized and badly stitched.
MICRO
INSIGHT
Portrait of the Heart as Peniel
If I am alive now, it is because love will not stop flaying me open.
POETRY
Gift of God
Obey me and you’ll be the martyr / Jesus imagined: Messiah-skinned
BACK OF THE ENVELOPE
“Microglia Isolation” and “Genotyping”
I snip their heads off. /
They feel it /
for only an instant
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