LITANY WITH CHERRY BLOSSOMS Seppuku summer, and you cut my hair so shortI pretend I am the boymy parents want me to

I wake up in a room that I have never seen empty.It takes my body more than a few minutes to un-ampersand.It feels like remembering

“But though I tried so hard, my little darlin’, I couldn’t keep the night from coming in.” – Joanna Newsom crushed into