I am a chick
You don’t call it lit
But I read it.
I am the protagonist
The girl who loses part of herself ...
‘by the creek’ by Emilie Zoey Baker
a Dusky Moor Hen
drinks
some of its home
‘first frost’ by Rob Scott
first frost --
the kindling takes
with a hiss
‘iron grows in supernovas’ by Maurice McNamara
ten billion light years away a star explodes
its light still out there
building the iron for my car
the dust that built our planet earth ...
‘the house of water’ by Alana Kelsall
I crumple the sea in my dreams wake
to the shallow pool of my head
I should go North lose weight catch up
with the other divers hear words slip jelly-like ...
