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.



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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


Katharina Kepler’s Confession (1546-1622)

I laugh—oh the things I would have conjured / could I conjure: silicone Ohropax, flashlights, / popsicles, plastic diapers, tampons— / I was always on my period