slightly different from others, just slightly, 2025
you built a nest in the forks of my mind, 2025
you come back, and it feels emptier, but in a peaceful way, 2025
atmosphere as mourning, 2025
at a safe distance, 2025
my brain picked over at a sample sale, 2025
with luck, you may lose less, 2025
my grief feeds the meteor i am, waiting to explode, 2025
dissipate 'til i'm empty, 2025
in cahoots with the sky serpent, 2025
this huddle of clouds appears so sparse. i wonder if they were left behind, 2025
is the person in my head me, or is it the other one? 2025
like french doors, she pools out, 2025
i thought distance would spare me, but it was already within. like gazes that wander from a portrait, i was utterly exposed, 2025
self-awareness is lonely, 2025
cosmic silence, 2025
reduced to debris, 2025