non rumsfeld
rumsfled, don
Tagged: fragments
who notices
Who notices the me back of the moon.
the mirror
The mirror. The mirror doesn’t know you.
platinum light
Quiet relief that the weekend is over. Platinum light gone down and gone down early.
loose form
I like the sensation of a loose form. Three pages at a sitting. Or thirteen fragments. Or fifty words. I feel safer. Enclosed. I’m in a quieter, less hysterical space.
slow and primordial
The beginnings are slow and primordial.
attention of predators
Do I feel threatened All-the-Time? Do I think if I weaken myself, I’ll go undetected, and not draw the attention of predators? I don’t know.