Sometimes I wish you’d eaten me in the womb. Those were the days: you and me, cell clumps swaddled in the darkness, learning to suckle at the meat that made us.

when your granddaughter is born / pink-lipped learning to smile / peony-bloom in her cheeks / laughing all sweetness at the end of a long night

At work I peer over my cubicle wall to chat at my coworker, and she clicks hurriedly away from the tab where she’s opened ChatGPT.

If I did this to myself, could you ever forgive me?

I think a lot about dead horses. In the last year they’ve become a fixation of mine.

You swallow him whole, but that isn’t the end of it.

suppose they gave roses for suffering well: suppose it was better the less they could tell.

so i work at this university (christian) (in a job i’ve always wanted) (i told them a lot of things to get hired) (before you judge me, spend a month unemployed in the state of california)