Only the moon came over the hills—a good nurse in sensible shoes. My breath caught in the branches of my ribs. The only house
This morning—wind breathing, ticky tock tack of some small rain. What are these weeds tall as I am with umbels of little white blooms?
Remember that dead whale the neighborhood kids walked all over? And the great white jaw marks— one bite taken after another along the belly
the day after you died i found your note pls get creamer – xo friends… logistics… funeral… then alone with your ghost hi! leave