codex irises hair like frozen noodles
a wonder of science in pediatric crib
configuring the context

the fractures and the consequences


Waiting to be held for the first time.


Thee garden is an overgrown jungle
Since you left

No one knows how to keep up
With eachother

Never mind their selves and a love
That once was has been unstruck

I have a hundred unacted possibilities
And a hand that's scared to lose again

Combat boots to crush the frost

August leaving my heart with every step I take
I've been blurring out your face too much asoflate
To be ready to say goodbye. But I'm keeping time


Mum I love you to the moon and back with roses.