in this (my) neighborhood pt. 107

What I’m Reading:

in his foothill town we can’t
drink water from the tap
without sickening, we shower quick
before blighted with inexplicable rash

it has been this way so long
we don’t ask questions

— Marissa Davis / “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Dead Fish”

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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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