Between You and These Bones

just a few fingers to pull out at Thanksgiving and particularly ironic reality TV moments.

Hera Lindsay Bird is the type of writer I do not wholly want to be friends with, but want a share of her limbs all the same.

You can find her on Instagram @featherdownsoul, in the garden, or at her mother’s house.
P.S. Thank you.

it is my six-year-old brother
(Homage to Charles Bukowski)

but my veins were all jam
sludged up

the thing is
that
broken things
us mosaics
do not like to be told so
and especially not loved so

and whether or not I am simply more parts fiction
more parts poetry
than me.

Stretch upward, little garden.
dip your fingers into the sun like honey.

SOME SORT OF VOW
I promise to forever give you more poetry
than I take.

That is a quote by Hera Lindsay Bird. I did not say that. I read it in the book Hera Lindsay Bird.