where the moon moth spent the night




back to the house, the same germline in every brave smile




temporal shifts of fruit flies on a rotten banana




sun shower loosening the tongues of lavender




in a Faraday cage of his own making




a species that applauds and weeps for one another




old men and kids staring down into a rainy sinkhole




finding space for a star on the boy's torn and wrinkled paper




his second-wind dandelion wish




playing army, the dying heroes of S.Vogdes Street