a kiss under

Two Butcher Boys at Division Point (Tanka)

Revenge parable:
A dispute careens off-track—
Shattered eyeglasses
Blind and brambled in the weeds.
A kiss under the blood moon.

What I’m Listening To:

“Hope is a muscle
That allows us to connect”

—Bjork / “Atopos”

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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