False Memory

  We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like…

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The River Turns White

  with skyline and sun. The dark shapes on the water are like turtle shells, inverted and empty, then sinking as the sun moves higher….

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The Separation

  There was a moment when I thought of you, and I longed for water. Two black pitchers laid on the ground in the shadow…

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No Skin Included.

Break open the branch. Inside– there is lime and tree foam. Like marrow. The white liquid that illuminates the skin, full of leaves and freshly-plucked…

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