glitch48, Sept 19, 2021
tracks stitches waves
shadowed trees
sprouting new grasses
maybe 1000 meters
maybe Molise
buttonholes to wrap the body in warm nothingness
bits of ice, buildings of solitude and fear, targets
self-righteous yellow, fecund feces to grow onions.
sprout in January
futures - echoes of browned skins
that fall from hand to foot
to make to eat
valley ridge dreams
text, jan 20, 2024