| 0 | i gave birth to pink curd |
| 0 | low |
| 0 | so happy being on my own again |
| 0 | midden |
| 0 | walking up John Street thinking of you |
| 0 | the toothing beast's rapture |
| 0 | real men don't fear beetroots |
| 0 | Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye |
| 0 | lov'd alone |
| 0 | witness colour in the trees |
| 0 | stash light in your cells |
| 0 | the silver-pink weight of their bodies |
| 0 | bless language: its impossible walls |