grow from the dirt that they left you in. started: october 2016 ended: november 2016

there is half a moon that i can't really swallow

this is about the clouds and stars in that space where they say your brain is supposed to be

in four parts

saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]