a dismembered day haiku
soufflé and sachets—
the brink of a fruitful life—
which bore only pits
What I’m Reading:
He longs to see sparrows again,
those bustling, chirruping little birds
possessed of the obstinate power
of the songless
— Paul Bailey / “Missing”
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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