Why was the poem so shitty? And was mom teasing me about my shaved chest from the great beyond?

A small team of researchers who dispute mainstream climate science may play an outsize role in the next National Climate Assessment.

I’ve always had a thing // for pulling from the base, / collapsing into the next // wrong thing.

Incapable of physics, / I’m a naturalist of our love, describing the shape, / but wanting to tell you how it was made.

you could have sang anywhere put the soul back into anything all eyes on you a rewinding tape

The spiders come, hanging spectacular banners. Imagine all the words / they could spell out, // if only snatched from our mouths as we hurt on by.

There are / mirrors of long silences, months without a single visitor.

I couldn’t stop / thinking about the sun / expanding / into a red giant. / I saw myself consumed / by a star.

I lock the door and cover the window / and huddle twenty-three kindergartners

It reveals you / as some ordinary saint, youth fallen / from on high, your face/ a wordless shock, an earthly sallow.

What is novel to me is how these concepts help to add additional context to the stages and how it provides a new way to interact with the world of Street Fighter.