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The Dog

How easily / I could imagine a version of our lives / in which he kept all his suffering secret from me. / I saw the beer on the counter.


Art Movie

The train stopped, still loads new passengers, but the conductor won’t let me get off and kiss you. You know that’s what I haunted to do.


Legal Tender

The only currency that abides
is how we choose to spend our time.


Ode to the Loom

Sweet loom, old friend of an old woman / you are an ancestor she prays to


photo of a barren desert

from Feed

I would LOVE to imagine
being alive in five
years but I have these bones u know?