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Dispersion One day, when the fog had nested down in the brush and under the bellies of the wet, spotted leaves, we planted ourselves in its absence. We waited then, ...

Dispersion One day, when the fog had nested down in the brush and under the bellies of the wet, spotted leaves, we planted ourselves in its absence. We waited then, ...

when the kitchen / began to twist into itself / you asked me where I thought I would be / in five years / as if you were a school ...

light pours through open things like windows and doors and sometimes when we are still and quiet and breathing at the same pace as other things breathing, light approaches us ...

light filters through open things like windows and doors and sometimes when we are still and quiet and breathing at the same pace as other things breathing, light approaches us ...

when the sky finally tears and Heaven spills down, or Hell, given your gravity, it will rain, and the world, so full of musty tense lung, will exhale, teach us ...

we open windows to let our person sounds out and hear the wind how it might course through city tunnels that are so small and loud like it.

there is something right when you carry a poem between the tectonic plates of your shoulders; we celebrate our very silent victories when you speak and don't apologize and this ...

much like people we painted the old room and told ourselves that the young never die, that ghosts fade away out of sight when they can't recognize where they used ...

my poem flickers curls eats like an animal with animal teeth which doesn't mean not human, but means angry and scared and too quiet to move; when i walk down ...

artificial eyes see only gridded land, the diagram and organ- bodies of humans, do not know the loss of gravity, the underwater of not remembering how to dream, absence.

imperious as the spine arch of a cat or the child who has been given a paper crown she told me to slow my breathing, quicken my hands, soften my ...

I'm not a mathematician but I'm a firm believer that our stutters and silences are symptoms -- that there is a formula to our spired bodies twisting

crackling like an ancient thing that forgot how to drink we told ourselves that the world dried up instead of going to the ocean or asking for the rain

ate them up like a nervous animal breaking things with our small claws and our smaller teeth we tell our prey they are beautiful once they are dead and we ...