Content Warning: Abuse, Sexual Assault.

the smell of burning carpet like when a place someone lives is burning, photographs filling with black water before curling at the edges like hats.

a story started three generations ago gassed you backwards. Left you the epilogue of a Ghostface b-side.

This is a reluctance to share language with the ants. To describe our lives as we do the ants’. We say about ourselves: industry, innovation.

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Dear Honeyblooded, won’t you tune for me /
an ambered fate, a dance atop beauty