Mother's little mortal / complication.
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
“The World Beginning” and “Joy Shall Be Yours in the Morning”
I am a psychic mother from psychic
mothers/Mine planted flowers
right before I fell in love/still I love
The truth according to mycelia
Picture the earth as a child, swaddled in the velvet of a supermassive / black hole. Forgive me for butchering this metaphor.
From the Archives: I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame
I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.
