pen hands

Maneuvering around a burn in my throat, in my gut

To be Joy

Grabbing night by the tail

Thing of Grace

Descendants of fish

the reservoir

the reservoir

will you damage the sand?

something more beautiful

a separate coast

an old draft

the dimming light

of the desire, and then the desire

watermelon lungs

it will not fade as they do

Pollution in Delphi

A deficit

superman

don’t call me kiddo