red light heated guilt heavily
in last year’s yellowing glue
still can’t throw away
those
shriveled flowers

scab collector
sky spins half awake
how do i say it

pray & dream
spared in friends
pink talismanic
soup
break a curse on paper

mending snails who met
online
worldwide we
cannot leave
our dusty beds

gray rainbow painter
her silky ghost saw my tears
did a silly knowing dance
said, every curve is a bridge

I left more wet faced