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Hail | poem

You find me on the balcony, where we froze the sun, where clouds made us drunk, where I now

drop tears on new friends, who catch them in their mouths.

When they laugh,

the sky cracks and your voice carries on—a plow through snow—after winter’s gone.

Subluxation | poem

I wake to rotting echoes in a throbbing world—a slipping spine.

Unfurling vertebrae, clenching nerves, swirling bones unceasing—wedged between a hopeful skull and toilet seat. Knives

tuck me in—split ego and will.