the daffodils trumpet

Posted on April 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Death in Spring (redux)

The sheets of virus still
Quiet strafes the air

Hubei or Lombardy
New York or New Orleans

The daffodils trumpet
Death in Spring

Death in Spring
See those naked bodies

Death in Spring

What I’m Reading:

“It knows it can’t exist forever, so
it’s collecting as many flavors as it can—
saffron, rainwater, fish-skin, chive.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg / “The Splendid Body”

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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