When you leave this life, this fast and bright
existence in the Mojave, for the swamplands
of home, you can’t help but wonder if the Florida
alligators will eat you alive.
William puts Ernie’s dead body into the hole with the help of his seven-year-old daughter...
On a hot Thursday morning, deep in month eight of the red tide outbreak, Cicely and Zinnia walked together to Zinnia’s hideout to retrieve a cold bag of placentas.
How does he know I am not a boy anyway? Who said? What is a boy? I’d ask someone but I don’t care.
I’m an eel
until I inhale water—then I am messy,
lightheaded—like after too much laughing
This language tastes like songs
of my sedo and before, days when land was soft beneath bare feet,
before bombshells bore into ground, before bullet skins showered
seeds in the dust.
The Queen fulfills her body with indifferent duty.
She follows her most chemical senses
and senses what Keeper takes is taken willingly.
Meet me in our new forest
of indirectly plentiful resources.