the summer is at its full weight / i stand in the air-conditioned kitchen looking out from the window (why / is it that so much happens at kitchen windows?)
the summer is at its full weight
i stand in the air-conditioned kitchen looking out from the window (why
is it that so much happens at kitchen windows?)
they must be the crossroads of
what is happening inside & outside ourselves
a smashed pane of glass away from being someone else entirely
thunder ripples the field outside
the sun ripens in the sky a
decaying peach burst across the clouds
somewhere in the tall grass
a clutch of tick eggs starts to hatch
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