un-nested
moss between my fingernails following birth- marks on cracked bark un-nested bugs crawling to breathe into her mouth-less- ness melting into cheeks trickling down when my magnolia turns blue i ponder and mend forget-me-nots soft pastries my mother used to make that i stuff inside he
An Hour After the Phone Call
the woman with a cigarette curses upwards death takes too long she says she grows inside out to house her flaws laughs again despite the walls she laughs despite the persistence she laughs her raspy voice passes through me and flows into another ear ca
