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sonnets to my cerebellum

i. i lie in bed for hours, imagine fish- soft bodies writhing weightless, water bound but fluid, flowing water, boundless abyss enriches,...

Partial

This Phoenix is done rising as if it exists only a s(u/o)n in context Of Mother Earth, Gaia beating her hands On linen left wet too long...

Coping Mechanisms

When I get overwhelmed, I organize. Pull everything out and put it back better until the dull flighty hum in my body is replaced with the...

Seasons are Sacred

Somehow I’ve become her The way seasons are sacred And strawberries shouldn’t be eaten In the snow. And she is a hollow You may only...

Sacrifice

Do not make an idolator of me There was a temple between us A temple bound in blood And you offered it sweet meats Under the moon, ripe...

Viral Graveyards and Thermogenesis

You are carrying the weight of billions of years living. Is it a wonder you are tired? You are half graveyard, child, What didn’t kill...

winter's child

we were young gods all knees and elbows at wrong angles and lungs that felt too small when the cold got in past ill tied scarves and...

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