Disappearance is never quite as simple as
a one line poem...

I am not good at science, but I am good at...
And feelings are words expressed thinly...

I wish I could get as close as the threads
of your winter jumper, so close that...

& this is where I find myself -
Running like a wildfire through the fields of...

1...
Sheared. His milkflower skin did nothing more than...

There’s clean sheets on the floor
that don’t really matter because...

I remember you, as though you
were the biggest sin bound to my surface...

Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
their colour that of gentle stalactite...

Somewhere between the ends of your smile, and
the lids of your eyes...

Like any good daughter, I move my body forward.
A sacrifice on the table of family gratitude and...

This is my humanity;
whittled lovingly to a sharp point...

Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
“When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...