the lining of my photo box

it's the resin's job to be loud

writing fantasy

this time, it'll serve as a passageway

too chaotic and too slow

i am not sure how much has changed, other than finding other people like me

filling the water-can to tend the dream-garden

halving it until my paring knife can't split it anymore

i'll let those stories set sail, so someone else can read it and think, "this happens to other people, too"

the beta fish named after fish 'n' chips

nucleus jelly-doughnut-squirt out of an annulus above my tailbone

the thought of letting go of Phoebe's favorite chair