hunched over the cinder block, we coax out the baby possum,

orphaned and delicate. in a towel we wrap her, set her next to a

mother in the form of a hot water bottle. when

early the next morning we find her gone, we

Beauty is subjective. Beauty is something new in the normalized. Beauty is something in the less prioritized.

hot afternoon sky & the track is two frowns or two smiles glued in a quarter mile oval across the dry grass, crunchy lipped