your contours faint

darklight nightmare ii

drag city intimacy clipped
i look back at the wake
of my time there and see
only the outlines of bioluminescence
in the roil

today, at 7:15, will be taxing
documents of the trash city sick
like the light limning the outline
of the bathroom door in the dark hallway
your contours faint in the void

What I’m Reading:

The life’s work of anyone who gives a damn about humanity is to resist the economic elite, demand the taxes that reduce their power and defend the space in which the rest of us can thrive. If your “elected representatives” aren’t helping with that, they are not your representatives, but theirs.

— George Monbiot / Bluesky post

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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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