passport to wreckage

Image: Anonymous / “A Hairy Child Born in France in 1597” / 1831, in public domain / Public Domain Image Archive

singed

fog…

grew up as a concerto scorpion
crested maverick as a passport to wreckage
traveled in ventriloquist’s boxes
and plexiglass jewelry cases

technically i’m a survivor
but my interiority is singed
i’m moldy and need to be arrested
my inner voice lisps in triplicate

my concertos now include perforations
decode this if you dare
bolt-holes are forthcoming
if you will

i can’t get to sleep
in this hole

Image:  Anonymous / from “John of Arderne’s Sweden Scroll” / ca. 1425-35, in public domain / Public Domain Image Archive

What I’m Reading:

The researchers warn that the rate of global warming appears to have accelerated, from about 0.05°C per decade from 1880 to 1970 to roughly 0.36°C per decade from 2010 to 2024. The 2°C rise that marks irreversible global climate collapse could arrive before 2050. These intensifying changes raise the risk of reinforcing feedback loops and crossing tipping points—critical thresholds after which we may face irreversible environmental change… “Earth’s life-support systems are being pushed beyond stable limits,” the report states.

— Simmone Shah / “The Brief” / TIME

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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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