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Future Evolution
According to evolution and survival of the fittest, and “favorable genes are the ones that get passed down,” homosexuality should’ve ceased to exist eons ago, but spoiler alert: it hasn’t, and I often ask
The Fig and the Wasp
I don’t think I’m parasocial, but sometimes celebrities show up in my dreams, Kit Connor singing onstage, Janelle Monáe faking their death, and there’s nothing odd or fantastical about the fact
Whence the Waters Wailed
Flighty fingers hold the key to the pit in my gut where I bottle all my resentment. You know what you said, bedhead, but I pretended
Follow Me to the Hollow
Follow me to the hollow in the wood where we could talk until dawn. Run unto the sun inside our galaxy where we could be free. Chase me to the place under the sea, I ever ask you to be true. — Take me to the wilds, our picnic place on Pluto, the mushrooms inContinue reading “Follow Me to the Hollow”
Christmas Keening
Fill me up, or don’t it’s no big deal I come to the feast hungry, really, it’s fine, I can eat later. Later, when there’s space for me at the table. — Red wrapping paper, winter sleds, plans to wake up early from our beds. As kids, we got dozens of gifts we wanted. ButContinue reading “Christmas Keening”
Midnight Maracas
Separate the sons by surmission party in paradise with permission miss the mark of Mars’ mission. — don’t you wanna know how low you can go? Flow real slow, not here, or there, in limbo stuck in traffic in the limo make me some green gumbo no, I’m not sharing my shrapnel skimpy shrimp fishContinue reading “Midnight Maracas”
Charlie’s ABCs
Attention, Baby Craves. Deep Energy Family’s Gotta Have. I Just Know…
Voyage to Save the World/Hello and Goodbye Forever
Hello, I’m on a voyage to save the world.
Will you come along?
We’re all a little bit crazy here, a touch…
Seedlings (or, short random poems)
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)”
Jordyn Saelor 