Mirror Mother

She says, look.
The world is ending.
The bridges are unbuilding themselves.


Image of exposed faulted and layered bedrock in the Noctis Labyrinthus region on Mars

De / Re / Formation

this is not to say
the bones of memory are fragile
but that the ground too
tears itself apart

a meteor streaking across the sky

You Are A Tyrannosaurus Rex

Your body carries the marks of a fight from many moons ago, and you think that if you close your eyes these marks will heal. / Close your eyes. / Go to number 2.

Radar satellite image of the oil spill of the Grande America


you were warned, that your greedy digging,
your clawing fingers sinking into the earth, was just
like shooting up

a gold panner kneeling in a river in Madagascar


Content Warning: Abuse, Sexual Assault.

Photo by Eberhard Grossgasteiger

Production Notes on Quantum Physics

before the nights we spent enameling / this reflection in my eye, my mother / danced on a fire escape / limned by black fire, and you / glowed bright with the silhouette of a camera.