That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.
I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.
Unlike a jellyfish, she has a brain but doubts her instinct for survival.
swoop siren, dive under.
We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
The train leans through
the Highland line, Inverness
to Fearn, wheat either side.
This carriage bows for you.
‘She named the major constellations
while I gawked at them and reached out to touch.’
I’ve tried planting potatoes since you left,
but they never grow the way they did for you.
I imagine turning into
a flamingo, likes the ones
on my onesie that I’m dying
i was scared to make this poem /
treat them right / they never
came close to meeting in life
We are looking for names,
that a laughing god
could call us by.
When did writing
become such a warm meeting place?
I was born in the eye of a koláček––
my jelly center plucked from the trees
in my grandparents’ backyard