silence (or maybe it's screaming, but I can't tell which anymore)

Sunshine and warmth we'll likely never get used to
I'm sweating in my sleep

Now (I) finish my pelvis’s cycle of growth, become active, stop talking, stop thinking, stop building, forming seedpods, seedlings, eggs in webs, roots, trunks, stalks, bark, twists and turns and knots.

sound holes from the garden

morning lilies bulging, peaking, gaping open

pleasure yard, rusting

post-capitalist shame
statue of a tiny horse in the middle of a field
dusk mowers

…rhythmic, maybe-screaming, actual-screaming

sun sets on a new moon

tooth diagram
crude butterfly
sunspot creature