how can a being with a body that has never left the earth become a stranger to the earth? guess it’s the wicked magic of nested enclosures.
memory can’t mess with the scent of someone.
Anna found the strung leaps of a tiny whitish spider funny.
I’m drinking dandelion tea.
there was a twilight rain just now. white turns to blue in the still-full moon.
my fingers never stop keeping time.
my body keeps jumping as if from small starts.
can’t write for years about water without getting to know fire. without becoming fire.
sam coren 