in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50

Posted on November 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading:

“… My eye drifts
to the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,
as they do, in a late fall light that melts
against the turning oak and smelts
its leaves bronze.”

— Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.
Please get out of my house.”

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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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