Throw it on the fire, dear one. You won’t need it
“no” or another negation. (I owe █████
I opened my eyes, and taxidermy was everywhere.
“a death that won’t finish, a death that keeps dying.”
anything in particular, becomes universal. Whatever
the remnants of death,” ██████████ says,
you do not have to resemble a sex organ.
fragile arrangements, and knocking
FEAST on THEE…” Not only
hard and cold, and when he pushed
the way it distilled “that failure of trying
to be “positioned with intent”—to
1. Begin a sonnet
he tears himself in two.
Cover art: “Herbs and Ceremonies” by Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra