I’ve identified more dead birds than living.
An old friend used to quiz me on flora and fauna,
pointing and asking what’s that? but now won’t
even say my undeadname. A tree, I’d answer,
knowing the mutability of even that. Even that.
MICRO
Named
MICRO
the idea of a cock
the idea of a cock
is something i went to school for
MICRO
Alternative Story of Saint Lucy
One morning I feel myself illuminated with looking, blinking between my legs, our lust immaculate.
MICRO
I Wanted to Discard Beauty
I’m done trying to control
what snakes from my skull.
