"you're a fungus expanding your fibrous tendrils across dead skin and decaying organs; sing in the language of hunger, the words an ancestral memory buried in the genetic code..."
"We had no language, you understand, / only the possibility of it; / three strands of hibiscus arranged / left to right would mean grandmother; / it could also mean subway or wheelchair."
"the Valkyries predicted we would crave quake, that the stars existed to shine down on our teeth embedded in sidewalks like ivory sequins / there’s a crack in the bruised sky of Ymir’s skull—that’s how the light invents Valaskjalf..."
"Today, you have your sport in common. You’re teammates. But in the future, it’s her you’ll have in common. One of you will be her best friend. One of you will be her boyfriend. And one of you will hurt her enough to be arrested for it."
"Buried in a pit of snow was the place to begin, so it began. The weight pressed downward on the body, as the body yielded to the mind. The mind pressed itself against the narrative of it all..."
"Upstairs some angel is dreaming / about all the women it annunciated. / It is dreaming about the calluses / on the buff of their feet, how the calluses / change shape with their heavying bodies..."