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The shrub was not prepared to part from its bed and I was not prepared to sever the connection, though The Second Visit: I borrowed leather gloves from the garage and returned with scabs and long sleeves. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” I told the plant. The Third Visit: Chopping. dreamt all of my houseplants withered away, like when I was a kid and couldn’t imagine nurturing life from I rinsed the dust from my hands and face, but was unable to meet my reflected eyes.

sprung and singing, singing, shoulders unshrugged before sitting, before eating, unspilling salt into wounds Eve gets even with me and I start spooning the blood back in Because it’s mine it’s mine.

photo: A purple crochet bunny sits in a slumped position with button eyes and oversized plush tears from Second photo: On their back they wear a backpack filled with knick-knacks with the words ‘Kick Me!’

me in the fragility of the glass i carried you on while the birds burrowed in my lungs and kept me from your moonlight. did you think i wouldn’t realize the moon bleeds vindication but weeps for absolution from 3. but i will let myself melt back into my own earth, my tears the only ones that will water my backbone can pick it off of my skin. 6. you have no power here. 7. here, you are the cold embers floating away from my fingertips to rest in someone else’s eyes. 8. i have drained the ink i swallowed from the glass i

each measuring 22" x 36" Cotton warp, glow in the dark thread, various synthetic weft yarns Text is from

bra, layering backwards camisoles over top (I had read online somewhere that this worked, but looking back And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from the man, made He a woman, and brought her unto the man Dotted on my left side, just hidden from view, I have a mole. The feeling is phantom, and soon I will have to turn from the mirror to face reality. And yet. Even when badly damaged, ribs hold an amazing capacity to grow back.

There is cooking, and washing dishes, and every afternoon the bed gets fresh sheets, crumbs from the

Whenever the trains speed in from different directions at the same time, the noise is the only thing It reverberates through every split end, fingernail, and freckle that hides on the small of your back They scurry around through your stomach and up your throat, building a nest in your head that pounds You’ll share popcorn back in your dorm room and have fun times freaking out your roommate. Excuse me Mx., but those hamsters are just beautiful with their striped backs, and I always wanted one

She asks me What do you do and I tell her Pick a word from the library of everything you know and make

semi transparent image of the top half of the same woman's face is inverted and enters the composition from

sound muffled sight like a cheesecloth caught in a web a tear against the sky (a window) drips down ( bones are. learned what friends are. 2 stuck on a dresser, can’t get down feel on fire. wake up to the sound

Holy, Pouring from your mouth. Holding me, In the red of my room. God, I want to fuck him.