Day: June 11, 2020

The blow to the floorboard above dislodges a cockroach  to fall to where it races as my shoe aims to save its life and kick it out the door as the 3 a.m. music takes

in air, happily haphazard, the moth; in water, a narrowing circle to death – the wings lose powder and power. lifting the smudging thing is a small mercy in the pool of the world where

My lady in wisps has the smallest of lips her body’s a perfection from the nose to the tips My lady in plaits now does her own straps runs wild when she can has no