like
like lithium fog
like muslin gauze
like truce & warfare
like a weariness that settles
like wondering & wandering
like the ever-lengthening line
like the slight scrim between u & the world
like a poem that ends here.
What I’m Reading:
“you are the cow that gives birth
to an unutterable fantasy
you are the jelly
& you are the come blanket”
— Harris Schiff / “Pure Poison”
thee istsfor manity reader 