On the speed of light and love

I cannot know you but the past of you…

Heave

Published in Oracle Bone — Issue 1, Spring 2021

Elsa said the tanks never frightened her…

They will be taken aback by the paucity of socks and the profligate spoons…

There should be rage beneath the welcome mat, rage in the yellow windows, rage on the roof…

Take all I am as yours, a meager thing and ancient…

Have I forgotten how I stepped from the palms of the old gods…

if i could make a tool or a song of all that is dead in me…