lunar
apogee: her 'ciao for now' 2.7 Kelvins
~Patrick Sweeney
freedom
divided chopping the film into mildew morsels
~Elancharan
Gunasekaran
prelinguistic
metal stresses in the sun
~Patrick Sweeney
pier
pressure the divine flood in knots and shambles
~Elancharan
Gunasekaran
making
my own fortune cookies with sour milk
~Patrick Sweeney
sugar
therapy rewiring the neurodivergent pig
~Elancharan
Gunasekaran
shedding
boas and pronouns from Adam's rib
~Patrick
Sweeney
lightning
bodies lighting fireworks for the sad fog of humanity
~Elancharan
Gunasekaran
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