The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.
Her snail’s pace is patience, thrumming through the rooms where I try to exist.
It all happened in an instant, just like the lightning rush.
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
i've grown feral.
the one with the match / gets no credit for the heat.
I rose with the sun / and the swift love
skin to skin / blood and breath.
it offends by / simply existing
a fire / a trough / a pill