My cousin's pregnant during a pandemic.
We're the same age. We share the same first name...

My locution -
ghosts of a garden...

Dear Father, I'm imagining myself anywhere but...
enveloping visions into my life that I will...

Electrocute me against gravitational pull
because the radical stars coerce every milky bone...

Scratched walls resemble the ocean
once tainted by a monsoon...

there's a leak somewhere
in the dining room, as rain...

You peel away the angled mirrors
until no light is reflected...

Maybe you have been a calligrapher in all
constellations, and maybe I have missed how...

Counting the number of fingers it takes
to hold you, meter and all, a ripple the wind...

Pump my heart into an underground river
where each molten stone and message...

She posed like a crow
darkly vulnerable yet...

You've ruined it again for us,
just like you've ruined my hope for...