A Glassful of Satin
(The fog is war)
Stone, a mothership
As we speak, the rain is anti-aliasing all that must have stayed jagged
Erasure. The act of pulling. The deception of nature – rolling curtains
Fernweh. Illusion of a sentence. Is and isn’t in disobedience. Is and isn’t in puncture. Is and isn’t in drift. Is and isn’t one satin-wall away.
It calls like a mynah. I swim like a spell.
(This writing has a broken nib, a broken hand, a broken retina.)