close-up photo of cracked, dry sand

Sand & Silt

We all have a story like this, / innocent in its setting, nefarious / in how it stays / spurred into our bones as we grow.

black and white polaroid photo of an apple and its shadow with a handwritten note at the top that says "hold your tongue and say..."

No Funeral

You mourn the girl I was / as if I killed her, / as if I left her / in a field somewhere, / shipwrecked in the dry grass –

For my Brother

heads touched, our
dreams were related
by blood.