but will come back if you offer it food.
Category: epigrams and conundrums
Unlettered in death,
we are immune to even the most appalling cliches.
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
Grown old and grizzled,
you no longer have to wonder whether her scent is meant for you.
Flowers evolved as clickbait for pollinators.
You won’t believe what happened next.
Internal division is in your best interests
if it means being always prepared for a change in the wind.
A witch hazel growing beside the road
improvises a slow ode to travel.
Still life with landscape.
Self-portrait as nude.
Illuminated spreadsheet.
Frozen watercolor.
On this day of small storms,
that GIF of the sun hurtling through space and the spiraling tracks of its planets.
The music entered me.
But it wasn’t until I got up to dance that I entered the music.
This coiled resistance may become a spring—
the first arabesque of a new wild.
A small box of leftover parts
from all the broken things I tried to fix.
