the taste of tea we used to make more death

where tomorrow grows teeth under my pillow

finally unpacked the armadillo’s narrative

to the west of the sea glass eyes

the old belt Dad used to know the way home

laughing without shame winter takes off its fur coat

a desire to go backwards ruby slippers

obsidian waves a bouquet of flowers for the bling goddess

the stars we leave nothing unsaid

I too have been left behind toy soldiers