From its jaw, Héctor peels a sample of skin. Cuts baleen from its mouth. My body is in waves. The urge to turn from this great unspooling overtakes me.
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The Observer’s Cage
Of all of us, she was the most tied to the telescope. It had been her idea. All these men and their obsession with disk size. A thirty foot disk, a sixty foot disk, a hundred foot disk. Part of her genius was to imagine a different shape: the wide fragile net.
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.