in the blue

drink a jug

of sunshine
straight up—
by the river
engorged with victims
down from the hills—
bodies
roiling in mud
geyser-blown

the sun—
it’s work undone—
unperturbed
in the blue
clear
above

“i’m writing these words to quench my thirst. i write alone in the hopes that i would write myself into exhaustion.”

— Truong Tran / from “begin again”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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