a note under your door with

feel it shift and move along over the tracks shaped as we are shaped we grow here

lost signal in petrychor lilac candy crushed in your eye this train car will be our egg this egg will be our train car

autumn leaves

what can you find that isnt recycled parts of soul mended a newborn baby a makeshift womb

this faraway field meadow you dream of love that you speak of

i am here all the time