she grew fat with lies that vined around the very door
I’d slipped through
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
she grew fat with lies that vined around the very door
I’d slipped through
Shasta, with its implied immensity
Unintentional Prayer Flags
the dilemma of loving a practical woman
“I wish”
totemic difficulties
as today
another lily
opens or falls
that buzzing housefly sounds fat
small lawnmower in the air behind me
cannon answer
a cannon
ITZ : UZU
POSTAL
PISTOL
PESTLE
PRESTO / PESTO