Tragedy among the Peaches
I no longer understand the language of birds,
Poetry
Fish
poetry and fish / have certain things / in common
If Cerberus Was A Bitch
Good girl!
Even Better
but not with words, please, no.
Walt,
“One touch of your hand to mine O boy”
— “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night,” Walt Whitman
HEIGHT / US
A body’s warmth is felt /
most consciously as it wanes.
Generational Addictions
where images of naked /
women lying enjoyment stick /
like coagulants in blood