Black Cake Records
Twelve poems: "tenderness / came at me in torches, I / closed my eyes in case, said / not me, not now"
"And Now, Armor"
"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."