word spurs - for annabelle lea petry
our cosmosis is accidental
it’s elliptic and we are fine with that
work is breaking us breaking down
your dead keep stealing my silverware
this snow is your garden and you are drinking it
this showing you gotten and you are drinking with me
ruin storms in face of Self
i keep telling you to kill borders
but you are the lifeless one
a winding sheet not for beds or starlings
i’ll take your cold ground over feeling
afflicted adjunct, even Romans knew this
alive for one second less than thoughts
alive for one second in lunar halos
heliacal misery
sweet goodbye botanist
never saw wisdom in unsplit roads
your will is impressive at my stone reserve
