sunshine state withers

Posted on March 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

Back Home Tanka (redux)

Back from the sun’s glare—
Fog obliterates the sky—
It’s good to be home.
The birds shroud their songs in gray—
Sunshine State withers away.

What I’m Reading:

I dislike tanned people. They walk around with dead skin on their bodies.

— Agustina Bazterrica / “Dishwasher” / Nineteen Claws and a Blackbird

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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