ant5

the two languages of warming a stone with my fingers

maybe yesterday frog

now the spoon’s warm too

lowtide     paraphernalia

last year’s     shell god

where it flows through

new laws a woman

gathering

three wars ago

the king of sharks worked

the night shift

the right sounds for the right foods

war crow

eating plastic

blue rot cicada

removing mask

after mask

wild apple

smells like my

child now