I dream of green forest where my genius of peristalsis can truly rest.

as if my muscles learned a new language overnight and left me out of the translation.

Some never even took root before we were relocated to the grove.

I took off my clothes for free. Mostly. I mean, I was paid. I was owned. I liked it.

Everything just so. Everything thought through the way the others don’t need to.

I kept her stone-wall safe. Kept her arrow-nocked and cold stone clean.

Halve the sweet baklava like a clock face, feeling better about violent sons

Those videos show his hands hard at work to reveal the spectrum of human imagination

the ache stays, and keeps staying like an unwelcome guest who can’t be evicted

dear diary, i am fixated on what i’d do with a body that worked.

Not just resplendent plumed songbirds have their wings clipped