key of thee

gas-smith glassmith

life in the key of thee
(the god clears his throat)
a fine fissure appeared overnight
you left a paper trail
(please do not touch the glass)
you smudged the fossil record
you mar everything
you consider

What I’m Reading:

“It’s cold today so the sun’s a lie.”

— Ada Limón / “Stranger Things in the Thicket”

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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