Poems — read them before they fade
Dry Season
the sun took the red first,
then the argument,
then the address off the envelope.
what's left is the shape of a thing —
a pale rectangle on the wall
where the photograph hung
all that hot, forgetful year.
The rest of the drawer
iireception fades at the county lineJun 2026iiiwool in julyApr 2026iveverything in the freezer aisle is blueJan 2026Dry
Season
Season
The chapbook collects all four, plus two that never made the site. Twenty-four pages, riso, stapled crooked on purpose — poems fade faster on screens.
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