cast into unlit alleyways, excess nests until
transplants render it quote unquote
recycled. we create miles of refuse and
refuse to multiply it by a billion. we lie to
ourselves and say we’re not the villains
until one day, soon, we find we should have
kept it in sight. we should have kept in
mind. we find our resources buried.



--Excerpt from upcoming Polaroids & Poetry book, title TBD.