There’s no way not to
Think of you
As I skin
The pink honey crisp
For my pie

It takes a half dozen
Apples remember
Two cups of flour
A pinch of soda
So much cold butter

I read today
Trauma can be
Passed down
To the face
Of a gene

But also that the body
Not the body but
The smallest cells

Will try to
Strip the terrors clean

– Joe Woodward