I / stare at the spider’s manifold legs / & little clawed mandible flickering / with evening’s shine, tittering / corners of death’s bite.

I / stare at the spider’s manifold legs / & little clawed mandible flickering / with evening’s shine, tittering / corners of death’s bite.
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I just want to be a mitigator.
I just want to be a little something
to take the edge off.
i try to pluck my cô dì chú bác from / their endless dreams. their breaths, / smelled of newly-damned artilleries, /
their mouths, stained with tiết canh red-bright.
the problem with bodies is that they’re just too fragile. even something as bold as a ribcage can be crushed into tiny stars, bones magnified into gritty ash.