post post boosterism (ukiah)
a hapless haptic shadow
infinite dashed lines
funk seeps in through puncture holes
What I’m Reading:
“Filling with rain in the streets,
this September night’s lifting me up
in an old-time elevator.
Night’s ending, time’s tearing.
And the cross streets fuse together in twisted images.”
— Judita Vaičiūnaitė / “September Night”
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