I know the reason a snake sheds its skin
know the reason the crab forsakes
its lonely shell on forgotten beaches
April 2021
To Those Who Missed The Meeting (and other poems)
We measured the dimensions of the room
once more: eight hundred and twenty-five
square feet if you count the closets.
my name is wolf (but at what cost)
i’ve walked into the park / again and again / thinking this is where / i’d find my heart