this happens at true noon. it happens every day. then you blink, and you forget, and you go [al]on[g] your way. but if you could remember, this is some of what you’d say: you see true. you see you’ve come through a…
let fire be fire. let cat be cat. let this be here, and there be that. let liver be anger. let hand be hold. let cloth be protection. let brass be bold. let leaf be light-eater. let red be heat. let crescent…
the sky falls slow in slivers and shards; to us, it’s all silver. we walk through the yards of the blueblooded bored, and each candlelit window’s a faithought restored. in thermal profile we see each other’s faces, a sheath of warmth around…
she tends to focus on the phases and forget about the faces. she studies so closely how resemblance dissembles that she trips on her shoes’ traces and gets trapped when trading trembles. she’s one of those unfortunates, so sensitive to gravity, who…