our moonlight is silverfish swimming for sun-bred children. they dive off the porch, shirtless, bronze throats smiling with newborn gills.
| last night I dreamed of dragons | If you play a note high enough, it becomes a beam of light | cancer kids hangin around out by the trains | Clytie |
| Knoxville: Summer of 1915 | Ophidioid |
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