What we know for sure about love
Changing of the seasons
On team friendship
Although I can’t name it
Halfway
Small ways to die
Mother as a verb
Mary Oliver says I do not have to be good
Recipe for a good day
A recurring dream
Instead of writing you a love letter
Long weekend notes
To the woman who sold us our calathea
Fortune cookie
On finding holes in the timeline
Poem from two New Years ago