After a while, it opens one by one its mush rooms.
Category: forest
Four months away
even the full moon isn’t
where I left it
unsettled sky—
studying the markings
of bark beetle larvae
bound tight
by a dead leaf—
cleavers
In advance of a flight,
I feel increasingly restless and unmoored.
still nodding
where the fisher broke cover
foamflowers
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
