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a black nerd’s poisson processing

my people die like a poisson process. i listen to the rain count bodies
while the thunder weeps with me.


Barking Dog Nocturnal

The coyotes didn’t show themselves, no matter how hard I searched. Some nights my mom came into my room and stroked my hair before I left to search them out.


Breach

...I didn’t see this, but I read somewhere
that an orca carried her dead calf for weeks to mourn it—


black and white photo of two children in a museum looking at dinosaur bones

Tiktaalik

We swallow whole all things / we don’t know, a slow digestion / of the self.


You are nature

your heart pushes blood
like the moon
pulls the ocean
Fast-twitch, slow-twitch