“When I open the door, I face the drooping sun. The light in my face is bright, not warm.”

“across the empty highway—how I slowed the car, prayed to survive that terrifying beauty.”

“ships of rats to the farthest parts of the world. Here / if you empty a space, something will live in it.”

“the ghosts drag me by my hair and their hands”

“… I told them / about the strange animal living in my throat.”

“He nestled under the animal scents of down and wool and human and closed his eyes.”

“…I try to fit inside the secret of my own / smallness—"

“My lover died and came back to life”

“Yes, we are still staring at a screen, but this feels different — like a bridge to something elusive and so often lacking…”