What eats what eats questions?
What is time this deep into “Winter”?
All the false things lined end to end
The predictability of sunsets and so many beautiful things
Take an egg and then laughter
Submarine crews then laughter
Clerical duties, drawing supplies, a collection of bobby pins
We’ve got descriptions if you want descriptions
Another sunset
Another lesser than
Back to laughter and again and again
And again and again and again
Swamps and dales
Seventh heavens
And setbacks
Curb appeal for days
And means to tell you
Tether me sick
Nature here and icefall
Crestfallen criminals
Lunar eclipse
Ocean upon ocean of solitude
Drowned dreams
Every guess’s second
Missed spells woven solid
Self upon self upon self
We’ll file it again
I mean, who decided the north was the top half of the globe?
Massive agreements vs. truth, but who agreed and when and did you?
But also truth vs. reality and maybe that’s a story about convenience and/or everyone has to get by somehow?
Yeah yeah but far from everyone is getting by.
I can’t afford Where to begin? today, and that’s ok.
And maybe you can’t either, today, and maybe that’s ok, too.
A picture can help or pets.
A nice snowfall when you don’t have anywhere to be.
Deer tracks.
Fogged glass gifting every light you see with a burning corona even if you only have it for a quick second ahead of your world-weary-and-got-shit-to-do brain edits it back to a regular old street lamp or porchlight or whatever.
The world can tilt wildly vs. what world?
That the day is a string of decisions and you’ll decide which to make.
When I step past half past five
When I step back soundly
When I savor something you wanted
When I stumble
Five fellows forgotten
Or golden days our golden ways
What you think of when
What that what which what holdings
Your forever bag
Your forgotten shadow
Your feelings felt to your toes
The snow again
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