calibrations

 

I suppose, I suppose

it wasn't you who called me 
from the bottom of the stairs
it was my prayer

my god O my god

I cannot find my way home

as crows fly / as fish swim 

I might disappear 

here while learning

how to gerrymander choice

hung up on nomadic words 

whispering diaspora

Pic: At has been coordinating canvassing for the socialist candidates. I left him a note as the primaries were today...