Apr 2020
i watch joy
pulse through a
spider's shot at the
sun.
a winded string wiggling
sidelong, an inch or so above the fire
escape bar.
a wind, the wind,
no wind... all over it.
pulse through a
spider's shot at the
sun.
a winded string wiggling
sidelong, an inch or so above the fire
escape bar.
a wind, the wind,
no wind... all over it.
(NYC)
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