It was sooty, and unmedical, / like the aftermath of coffin-fires, / like the heating of rusting wrought-iron
An Immaculate Mitosis
Whence distinction, whence disparity: the first unto the second, unto the multitude.
The sky is grime and haze lit by a half open red eye, / crisscrossed by cables swaying from skyscrapers and / yellow towers of scaffold.
The Salp Migration and Discordant Geometries
Tales told by a white-winged bird to an egg that will never hatch.
Fragments on the Future of Peaches
Fortune-telling by means of the peach, in whose husk many futures are laid like bodies in a mausoleum