- Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

- Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

- Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

- Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

- Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

My mother dries figs with her blue-veined hands. My mother smiles at walnuts as though time in the heart never started.

- Marge Piercy, excerpt from Simple-song

Marge Piercy, excerpt from Song of the fucked duck

- cora finch

the day could do without me. The ice outside glitters around my car's tires like a pageant dress. Only digital utterances between myself and the world for at least a week. The last time he visited, my friend noted the lack of natural light in my downstairs apartment, the posthumous-grey bleeding into the mood. Aught of light in the bedroom due to black out curtains. But sometimes, the day heckles, with its high- bitch sun and melting snow. Some days, I lay in the morgue of darkness, hyper-alone, and the sunlight, so audacious, paints the color back onto my cheeks.