Afternoon
When I was about to die my body lit up like when I leave my house without my wallet. What am I missing? I ask patting my chest pocket. and I am missing everything living that won’t come with me into this sunny afternoon…
4 tygodnie temu
Heaven is Us Being a Flower Together
for V I think death comes at blindness. I think pupils are sails, and death is when the wind goes slack. Winter, by being so white, it is trying to talk to me— closing communicated to one who sees death as white worms riddling the apple of the eye.…
4 tygodnie temu