poetry
mistaken identity
Mistaken Identity Every line to my history Snapped like dry spaghetti Repaired in blind haste (or ...
With What Expands
Among other things, she could pass through trees. Â She could grab the mane of the winter ...
This Other Neck Says
  I froze In my chest, puzzled fish Make final phonecalls to worried moms sisters fishermen ...
He Broke Some More Again
What he hid under his crisis hat Slurred jolly technician Peeks at me now One red ...