as these beats are wild

Weather permits the unrelated to relate.

the dust in my mouth tastes of tombstones

I am the bird woman from the other side

felt a bit sad for / those poor people in Ukraine

I can smell what you fear

what is this thing we’ve invited into our home

Do one exceptional thing, / which was justice

Money runs through my fingers like water.

these clouds are water, not smoke.

I hear the swoop of wings beating the soft air

I keep looking at what isn't there.

I study lost saints

They are not happy

We adopted a dog. Molly.

Salute, raise your arms, swoon

You dream of snow that tastes like cream.

one mass silhouette

A dream pushes through the swaying shadows

my love songs undulate like the abandoned strands of kelp