From the forest, she hops on one leg to the beach,
A walkie-talkie gripped in her hand.
The signal is fading.
Tuning the frequency to 108Hz.
Caressing the blue-green wound, disinfecting it with saliva,
She reads the self-criticism letter, well-rehearsed.
Across the sea rows a sailboat musician,
Playing the Turkish March,
And a raccoon dog the color of ironwood.
Drift away to Venice in the west,
Walking straight into the transparent surface of the sea.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
From the forest, she hops on one leg to the beach,
A walkie-talkie gripped in her hand.
The signal is fading.
Tuning the frequency to 108Hz.
Caressing the blue-green wound, disinfecting it with saliva,
She reads the self-criticism letter, well-rehearsed.
Across the sea rows a sailboat musician,
Playing the Turkish March,
And a raccoon dog the color of ironwood.
Drift away to Venice in the west,
Walking straight into the transparent surface of the sea.
just practice