the babies are most dangerous because
they have not learned how to control their venom
the way we make the same decisions over and over and over again
situation-ships scale down transformations of selves
my anxiety has a number of naked selves in it
the accumulations of conversations that i’ve excluded
and have been excluded from are the poetics of negation
when women are stressed, especially during wartime, their production
of cortisone decreases and they are more likely to give birth to girls
what is the correlation between tree density and population density per square mile
my anxiety renovates wombs, there’s a clarity in the cold
that you cannot access while bathing in sunlight
text messages are the fragments of communication engineered
by modern society to control the arrangement of our physical bodies
the loss of hearing, mechanical cranes, to be deaf,
but not deft-less, what are the biscuits and gravy of poetry
my anxiety is fixated on the different implications of what it means
to sit next to someone rather than to sit across from them
my anxiety renovates wombs, one fact at a time, the quiet world of phosphenes,
the nebulous galaxies you see when you rub your eyes
not sunset green, but sinatra blue, not sunset green but sinatra blue
the dictionary’s synonyms for coincidence: accident, luck, and/or fate
how to locate a meditative space between the pages
my anxiety is a yard sale of dead people’s stuff, the price of being poor is ironic
the ability to render nothingness into the state of fullness
paper cities and invisible weights on smooth clavicles
there is no such thing as a non-habit-forming sleep aid
there’s no such thing as a non-habit-forming sleep aid
well, good morning midnight
