some like  a silk screen
never thought about  one off hitch
someone must be grateful or kind
there is no voice quite like that here
oh and the shadows too
say nothing at all
i spit and wipe
today is so much waiting
frame then frame then back two frames
tremolo, flutter, dip dip like a card dropped from the roof
i never liked the silk screen
it came from a worm
and an eye
it's too small
some like anxiety
things like that are dark for a reason
there is not much to see
and what there is to see is much too small
i can see you topple or sway
it is a good thing now more than ever