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
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