Scales of green bark flake from the oaks exposing fraying hair follicles. — Winter–the earth’s season of self-care and haircuts. — diagram the cytoplasm around the golgi’s chasms, what does that thing do again? — clumsy as a giant, I dye a gram of petunia seeds pink, train them to sprout under stars — weContinue reading “Seedlings (or, short random poems)”