while oceans acidify

Posted on May 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

planet b tanka

ain’t no planet b
we made planet a real sick
wildfires spewing
fire tornadoes miles high
while oceans acidify

What I’m Reading:

“A writer doesn’t owe a reader hope—the only obligation is honesty . . . “

— Bill McKibben / Falter

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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