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100 pages, Paperback
Published August 26, 2025
My friend never learned how to hurt something without hurting himself.
This is not a poem about suicide, but she slits herself / wide with feeling. There are ghosts and then there is / grief, both asking permission to be cast out.
I count the months, the mouthless minutes, the maulless math by which I calculate a survival[...]
the couch i dream in green glares / ruby in the reflection. our relationship / emeralds in my remembering; a jade couch, / the olive duvet, the forest pillowcase greened / darker with tears. you hated green, never wore / it. i bore it because it was my school color.(this passage is from a much longer poem without any other rhyming, which is why i'm sitting here scratching my head.)