around us yipping

There Were Leeches

She says to walk with her and she’ll take me to them.

As we set out an animaloid—something that resembles a small and lithe hyena—runs circles around us.

She seems to know this beastie. It nips at her thigh. She admonishes it with a laugh—it knows her.

He’s ok, she says as it runs around us yipping.

We walk back to the site of the happening.

We find no one there—but there were leeches.

What I’m Reading:

“. . . I usually incorporate dreams into my poems rather than speculate on how dreaming works.”

— Alice Notley / New Weathers: Poetics from the Naropa Archive: Lectures from the Naropa Archive

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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