plastic squares full of cherry tomatoes. the real housewives, all of them. open windows, fences, rain. battleborn, claire vaye watkins. everything i never told you, celeste ng. coffee, weak, strong, cinnamon, almond. easthampton, massachusetts. grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches. ill mannered cats, hikes along the shoulders of roads. “and either I am too alone/or not alone enough/to make each moment holy” (franz wright). 136 pages later, I dreamed I was giving birth for someone else, and then we all committed crimes together.