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Three Weeks After We Quit Believing
I want to believe
in something sweet, like never needing permission
to dunk your bite in the syrup puddled on my plate
Easter in Salem, 2025
How can I confide what I have been
desecrating? Bargaining for the fruit tea
first; the tithing, last.
Danaë, 1907
why not paint your own visage in the mirror?—he tells me my questions are an account of his wisdom, and he plans to live as the gods do: not as himself, but in a silhouette like mine
How Far Back This Goes
my sadness was once tangled around my name.
the doctors had to touch the cold rain of their hands
against my fevered skull to know it was real
Call of Nature (Ode to Piss)
Evil satellites promenade across the milky way.
I half-expected no more galaxies
after that bad mammogram; pale whorls
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