FINDING BIG BIRD'S SKULL IN AN UNDERGROUND TOMB by miss macross
burn marks from the radiator
baby clothes hanging on the porch
i have never been a mother
cold water over my hand
feels like an eternity, but i’m afraid
of how i’ll feel if i pull away
eventually i have no choice
sesame street band-aids
the catacombs of thought
so winding, maybe nerve signals
will never reach the brain
miss macross (she/her) is a multi-genre writer who enjoys watching mecha anime and taking naps. She worships the moon because she is both a lunar witch and That Poet. Find her on Twitter @missmacross.