Writings / Poetry -
 
 

Dead Stars Have No Graves

"snow this morning"
"hair growing is grass"
"if you have been looking to burst into flames"
"i could kill our children"
"your lips have shed themselves"

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The Composer Steps into the Fire

excavation
in the trees
winter flowers
ready were the almanacs
jars
you're all over the floor
striking matches under water
drowing the ocean

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The Human Remains

doublethink
the corner
(re)place(ment)
we’re out
solely hers
(me and these flowers
in her bedroom)

4 days after i died
dissolve

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