Poetry
softening, come morning
I am standing next to / the unsunken earth, / not yet a part of it / though I wonder—
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Poetry
Poetry
Things Might Be Different If We All Lived Underwater
Sometimes, when I speak, it comes out in bubbles—
Poetry
The Secret Ingredient is Always the Same
This is the cure
Poetry
things i love about my werewolf girlfriend
She does not shy away from hair, and
