there’s my hinge

folding (found cut-up)

still alive
chest tightens

these trees

days darken
there’s my hinge

this is me
folding

What I’m Reading:

“Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpour
of the pure light of its name,
tropicordial.”


— Adélia Prado / “Praise for a Color”

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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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