like lithium fog


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”

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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