It is possible to be lovesick in one’s own dreams

I dig through my mother’s idioms

My pronouns are shipyard, jellyfish & ten

Everything must be learned

I cough the sun out of its sky

A sliver, our country

We're camping out in impressions

I begin thinking of the things I didn't inherit

I want to reach across the room

I learned to walk backwards

While the flowers are still yellow

To see what happens

Rolling like a busy 8 ball

A ladder made of cards

I have a crush on tap water

We were given fruit names as nicknames

A rubber daisy

Gentle momentum

Garden of mirrored flowers

A memorandum of understanding

We radiate in cardboard

It is strange to be alone