Maudlin House

make me remember I exist in a body. / That despite all this hiding, I’m still an animal.


Maudlin House

Was it your tiny hands / that failed you?

Bay Blues & Tahoe

Belle Ombre

He pushes me into the middle of the lake, / picks up floating trash and throws it away / once we reach land. There are so many / things we can’t bring home; so much / we must leave behind.