Microbe plays hopscotch on metal on plastic on leather on the rich juicy arm
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As South Tank Farm, As If a House and The Main Gate Shivers at Dawn
Where a tank farm once pressed its fuel ask: what do we hold to the ground and how do we take it back.
Time
Since I do not have enough [but] briefly I’ll summarize beginning [ ]
spinning on a tilt [ ] below Earth’s rotational axis [ ] in search of water ice [ ] on the dual moons of Mars [ ] Phobos & Deimos.
Pod
"Was this your plan all along?” Toby asked one night, his chin on my chest. He still smelled faintly of fish, which was how we all smelled these days. “Stealing the dolphin to get Sophia in?”
“diomedea technofossil” and “feral”
the return migration of her voice / performing a ritual of grooming / upon a shrine to polythene kudzu
Endeavour
My mother asked for what she wanted in her passwords, the typed stars recording without revealing her desires.
“In the Libraries of the Future” and Two Poems
Lately, I’ve collapsed
into a sadness with no shape or history.
