inches from the nowhere drain
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the rockhounder
hound the ones with rounded edges
postpartum
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
kensington solstice
in thick, tar-fused junes / we purpled shins on bike pedals
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.
