and then there be no days left inside of me for what has been except as re-calling(sweetness) and what can and is to become
writings
From December, 2025
12.29.2025 1/2
and to sail oncleaved open anew, sprawling as stars sprouting or blooming, see:mother new year, rising
12.21.2025
daddy dead in a ditch. fatty black baby stifle you. breasts as slow mercury oceans. flow to nipples of owl eyes. love is.
12.12.2025 2/2
– a broken home be two bodies apart
12.12.2025 1/2
– she said “i’m moving“