i saw

i saw peahens doing peahen type things … foraging, say

i saw the best mimes of my generation destroyed by words, speaking hysterical phonemes

i saw trios of palms hovering over hobie beach looking for an angry fix,

strange days, friends, strange days indeed

What I’m Reading:

… there is no / first draft of / a life. It is only / and always / a final draft.

— Victoria Chang / “On a Clear Day”