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