Breaks of water collapse the poisonous tongue. In the grass around the corner are small faces making light of the pain, its precedents, endingness. I have a swelling but the way I feel is plain, a heat slat falling. Bright pocks appear and you know that means life squeezed too tight. There is energy to… [Read More]

^ It’s your city that’s in the flood zone the whole city which now is yours a paper bowl filled with water and the cats everywhere in little stitches moving out   ^ Out-moving stitches litter in everywhere cats the and and water with fillings your bowl or paper burns it’s yours now which city… [Read More]