Poetry

Black Cake Records
Night Redacted

Twelve poems: "tenderness / came at me in torches, I / closed my eyes in case, said / not me, not now"

"I use parts of my own body to construct another—I build toward chaos, then retreat."

"I thought my heart / was expired but it was just really really working."

"What if I sent flowers / to your room? What if I made you the woman?"

"Somehow I gave her all my power, somehow she / lives each day not using it."