ant5

the queen of violets

heals wounds

in the kitchen

ice cube

melts into

anti-robins

a window covered night sounds of four oceans

missed the crows but spoke in my sleep

killing

as many

as &

burning

the corn

the

smoke

gets

into

a new

place

night

winds

around a red pencil we talk around the wars

the napkin with an insect wing inside unfolds