Smelling Static

He was the first time I saw two boys kiss, lying there on my stomach, head two feet from the screen.


photo of a nose and bloody mouth with a hand holding the chin

Cloud Headaches

sometimes having feelings for someone else is / two river stones grating together in my head

Sweet Thing

this / lonely / attracts / men / to my ankles,


I conclude: / mittens when found / go up on the nearest / fencepost;

A brief catalogue of loss

safe in someone else’s belonging / an unfamiliar river mapped in spilt salt /