ant5

no, not plastic

feathers the opposite

of feathers

her long conversation with the moon ends with funny

waters the stone waters the butterfly waters the water

elk carcass plans carved into the bones of next year

fogline cloudline blur into one another data breach

my child talks to my shadow too many leaves

long from the container it was wrapped in the mushroom’s echo

and often violent history.

– whatever the red flower is

called – closed.

another day that began with gunshots

ends

the king of sharks

to either

sea

gull

or

smoke