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Giving away 10-12 Least Killifish to keep my tank from becoming overstocked :)

• These guys are native to the Southeast US, and are tiny (max 1.5 in). They do best in groups, are omnivores, and eat small foods (crushed flake-food, daphnia, brine shrimp, fruit flies, etc.). They are also live-bearing fish!!! Feel free to do some research and see if they are right for you.
• I recommend a 10-gal minimum for 12. I keep them at ~73 degrees F and I naturally have hard water. They do well in tanks that have some plant matter in them, I like to keep my tanks heavily planted so they can explore and hide.
• I’ll give them to you in a ziploc bag with some plants, but please bring a more rigid contai

i should

like my hands better

when they are covered

in grit.

cuz my mommy

she told me

​

you better be grateful.

​

for a hand that can pick up the shards

of what gets hurled

and manage to keep

all of that inside

from leaking out.

i thought i liked my hands better

when they were covered

in grit.

cuz my mommy

she told me

​

you better be grateful.

​

for a hand that can pick up the shards

of what gets hurled

and manage to keep

all of that inside

from leaking out.

​

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Fat around joints, connecting bone to bone.

Like comforting words spilling from my lips.

Little bits of excess that keep things from shattering

Little bits of excess that are sometimes the difference between surviving and living.

i’m tired but it’s nothing, i say.

All my hope, cramming

stuffing it into the joints

Of

My

Words

An effort to keep you above ground.

​

i’m familiar with a type of dead animal. Joints bursting under their weight, they are fed until they forget how to feed themselves.

Their consumption is their service; the fuel of all the plates cleared, destined to be refilled.

i count

One in the seat. Another on the plate. A third in the punch. Always

Fat around joints, connecting bone to bone.

Like comforting words spilling from my lips.

Little bits of excess that keep things from shattering

Little bits of excess that are sometimes the difference between surviving and living.

i’m tired but it’s nothing, i say.

All my hope, cramming

stuffing it into the joints

Of

My

Words

An effort to keep you above ground.

​

i’m familiar with a type of dead animal. Joints bursting under their weight, they are fed until they forget how to feed themselves.

Their consumption is their service; the fuel of all the plates cleared, destined to be refilled.

i count

One in the seat. Another on the plate. A third in the punch. Always

I stood in your state

and thought about the way you didn’t want to die at home.

Did you know you haunt me?

My little ghost.

Wanting to die with me. Die and lie.

​

When I slept in the room beside yours

—did you dream of me? …fantasize?

Always coy, always pushing to know if i could hear you at night,

sleep talking.

And I never understood it then but I’m unraveling now.

Spinning till I’m dizzy. Spinning till I’m sick.

Like a fool I’m smearing the walls with myself,

messy. Trying to cover up internal damage with a paint job.

As if when I pulled free a hole didn’t gape in your absence.

A window with no filter. A monitor unplugged and

useless. As useless as I.

&

I stood in your state

and thought about the way you didn’t want to die at home.

Did you know you haunt me?

My little ghost.

Wanting to die with me. Die and lie.

​

When I slept in the room beside yours

—did you dream of me? …fantasize?

Always coy, always pushing to know if i could hear you at night,

sleep talking.

And I never understood it then but I’m unraveling now.

Spinning till I’m dizzy. Spinning till I’m sick.

Like a fool I’m smearing the walls with myself,

messy. Trying to cover up internal damage with a paint job.

As if when I pulled free a hole didn’t gape in your absence.

A window with no filter. A monitor unplugged and

useless. As useless as I.

&

Walk stiffly

The rooms here are breathless.

Tell the walls that they have held strong for too long

So you may draw their curtains close

on this theater that bleeds and doesn’t stop.

Will you hold my home tight?

Remind me of who it was made for

Crush me in it.

Bury me in its foundations.

The bricks I cemented; them too.

My creation, my neglect.

Save me from this home home home I have haunted.

Squeeze me tight. Tear me apart. Cradle me. Pull me down.

Don’t be afraid.

Do it quick, quick.

Pin me to the walls. Force me through the molding. Break my skull against the centerpiece. Fuel in the fireplace. Give it blood, blood.

Wash me and scrub down the interior.

Use my ribs to ge