The Bunny Tattoo
At Nanny Sadie’s
No Safety Line
Quiet
Ode to a Log Cabin
Filling in the Postpartum Depression Questionnaire I Think of the Sea
Tigers, Could Have Been
A Poem, in which a Poet who Hasn’t Been on a Date Since 2010, Attempts to Use a Dating App
Presence versus Hope
What to Do After the Funeral
Astronaut
Gharial
Pram
Crepuscular Animals
Kelp Beds at Shark Reef
CONFERENCE WITH THE LORAX
The Fruit Farmers Speak in Poetry
Yellow
Holding St. Kevin’s Hand

