I stay up all night looking at images, images, images of bodies. Cut up, reassembled bodies. Changing bodies. Impossible bodies.
there was a little rat who dressed up in little/ outfits and went outside to perform his little tasks like/ going to rat school and nibbling and marching up logs
"People have never seemed so precious. / Like the earth from outer space, / beautiful and beyond me."
A collection of poems following the story of a young girl, Petra, and her trusty hound dog, Kosmos, as they navigate Campi Flegrei—the flaming “Phlegraean” fields in the south of Italy.
High noon and/ sweat beads drip on marble swirls/ down in the market/ where chemise silks sway/ limpid in the springtime breeze