your morning ablutions

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux)

You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.
You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.
You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls of your coffin length room.
You must remember that all you need to speak, or write, are seven words daily, and then you’ve used your allotment.
You must remember silence is best after that.
You must remember: every dawn is an apocalypse.

What I’m Reading:

“We both worked honestly at our jobs: all day Death
destroyed traffic with wailing ambulances while I killed
hours & lines on eight-&-a-half by eleven inch pages.”

— Laure-Anne Bosselaar / “Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs”

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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