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