CHAMOMILE: I’m tired and I want to go home,
but the tiger at the end of the street sits
shaking her head in the dark—not this way love, not anymore.

MATCHA: the monsters in your head are only
as real as you want them to be—is that why
you still linger in the aftermath?

PEARL MILK: March dawns a strange affair between
the forgotten and the yet-to-be, and we
all sink one by one. | noah fang liu