Spiro Keats

  transmigration yarning over a 6.5-millimeter hook Originally published in bones 26

  heat haze the illusion of beginnings and ends Originally published in Hedgerow #143

  uncaged i peck at the empty shell of my youth Originally published in Five Fleas , 8/9/23

  starless night . . . all the mysteries who call me daughter Originally published in password 2.3

  destiny calling me by my stage name Originally published in Alien Buddha

  home improvement reinforcing the chicken legs Originally published in Five Fleas , 4/25/23

  juxtaposition the leaps of her lemur Originally published in Five Fleas , 11/6/22

  existence fingering the crumb of her kneecap falafel Originally published in dadakuku , 4/8/24

  free association fees Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/28/22

  morning coffee ~ my bluebird back from yonder Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/20/25

  postmortem . . . she never cared enough to haunt me now Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/20/25

  jailbreak the sparrow in your rearview mirror Originally published in Five Fleas , 4/13/23

  dashes hopes the end of her ellipses Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/4/22

  self-preservation muting the barrel-aged bluebird Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/21/22

  ink splatter mistaking the plume for the last train home Originally published in Kingfisher #8

  tweezers : grasping for reality Originally published in smols , 10/15/25

  short straws appointing my successor Originally published in Five Fleas , 4/28/23

  roadkill vultures at my funeral Originally published in Five Fleas , 5/17/23

  journey cakes i save my best stories for the squirrels Originally published in Five Fleas , 4/25/23

  cradlesong not a bird on the bough Originally published in Medusa's Kitchen 

  guru worship i wash down my meds with a mantra Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/7/25

  the tattered thread count of inner linens Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/7/25

  caught within my kundabuffer bluebirds Originally published in Five Fleas , 10/7/25

  older now i see myself in the fallen blossom Originally published in Cold Moon Journal , 1/12/25

  i am therefore i am what pops from the pistachio shell Originally published in dadakuku , 6/21/23

  wishbones playing chicken til our luck runs out Originally published in Five Fleas , 4/13/23

  spare change a bounty on the head of her postage stamp Originally published in Five Fleas , 3/15/23

  penniless i become a proper wildflower Originally published in Five Fleas , 6/6/23

  shattered dreams a squeak from the sole of god's left boot Originally published in Five Fleas , 5/28/23

  the children we were crippled stars Originally published in Five Fleas , 6/6/23

  poached pears as though you, too, can blossom Originally published in Five Fleas , 3/15/23