Falling asleep with the wasp still
inside of this window.

One of us is hungry.
One of us has given up.

Your voice, your body, your emotions, Marina continues, these are the qualities that make up your instrument.

Midafternoon, Krishna returned to Aurora’s room. “Are you ready for Dunkler Tag tomorrow?” she asked. She was holding another injection. 

A bottom should be palpable and mute / As a globed fruit.

In love, whether amorous or filial, we ultimately only see, and talk to, ourselves.

“Hmm. I’d rather not have a choice,” she said. “I’d rather not be aware at all that I’ve gone back in time.”

Something happens every time I return to Memphis.

Twice I sew a seam
all while I know it will be snipped in two.

The invitation arrives by text, lighting up a group chat that has lain quiet for two years now. A link to an Airbnb wish list of cheap houses in Georgia, near lakes. End of February/early March? Darius sends. Let me know what you think. Let’s vibe.