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Visions Again
Lie awake, craving the taste of lakewater and the scent of September rhubarb.
Struck
A speck in your space.
This Is
I am a burden with a mouth.
It Washes Away
Underground, like the
basements up north, cold
catacombs…
Wasting
the love medicine is too strong
The Fulcrum
there was never a
safe space for her
inside a body,
Homecoming
we spoke of another Earth
too often
A Night On Fire
The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low
Sea Calling
Safety in a midnight swim.
