Quicksand, Now

Quickly, love. Gravel mages

begin to morph their hands

from the boulders that con-

sume your own. Dissolve.


Freckles are grains grown

to feed Pegasus. Strands

of hair eat their own tails

and the tangerine wyverns

fertilize your cerebellum.

Lizard brain.


Dry spells.

You’re not talking now,

but sautéing your own

stories for sour produce.


Your dentate orchard

of dragons isn’t sustain-

able. Not on this land.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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