Walking the shoreline, I observe how the wind behaves—like a relentless, fussy mother, scouring footprints, scrubbing the sand smooth, only to have the tide return …
All tagged loss
Walking the shoreline, I observe how the wind behaves—like a relentless, fussy mother, scouring footprints, scrubbing the sand smooth, only to have the tide return …
It is an unsaved number but I answer, leaning back as the preliminary recording begins.
The tree surgeon inspects the trunk. He points to the outgrowths: troublesome.
I choose rye, it seems dignified and things are awfully broken.
It was a Monday, at the vet’s for the second time this month. No crying in the car, she just fell asleep.
I approach an employee. “I lost my gloves.” She looks into my eyes, must see a strange importance.
After,
I stood on the street
as the drunken city hurtled past,
broke around me in eddies.