Grave Goods

These poems were excavated from scraps of paper buried at the bottom of countless closets, backpacks, and suitcases. They hint at the contours of a life smeared across three continents and the fragmentary remains of a dozen languages. Imagine yourself an archaeologist, and these poems the grave goods you have unearthed alongside this jumble of bones — the stories sent to accompany whoever this was into the purple, starlit infinity beyond the embodied existence of Midgard.