Hanging Chain Cholla
The difficulty grows. Driving. Trying to get back. Something amiss. Disagreements. House not a home. Airy space in the country. Windows down. Smell of desiccated earth. What is correct? Who decides? Three rough looking men on the road. Picking up waste. Stop you. Ask for water. You only have enough for yourself. Bug smeared windshield. Crack on the passenger side. Jaundiced light. Sun attenuates.
What I’m Reading:
“. . . loneliness is just an ongoing
Relationship with time.
It is such a strange thing, to be
Continuous. In the weeks without snow,
What do the small creatures drink?”
— Anni Liu / “Lake of the Isles”
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