in thick, tar-fused junes / we purpled shins on bike pedals
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the rut
descend and dissolve
on why I can’t help myself
because I don't / know how to know / it any other way
sustainability
i've grown feral.
mothering
the one with the match / gets no credit for the heat.
homecoming
I rose with the sun / and the swift love
[after]birth
skin to skin / blood and breath.
body as magic
it offends by / simply existing
the business of bodies
these places are not yours / these places must grant permission
times I felt I wasn’t enough.
Let’s stop making other peoples bodies our business.
