Sky is a tangle of broadcast
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
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summer sadness
all my grandparents are dead all of them now live with me and I am as tired as they are calibrating so many endings sadness settles--a m...
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