what does anyone write about
just one field of all the same stuff
illimitably individual
no, no one talks about work
forever this second sacred
it becomes memorized or true or forgotten
no words are anyone’s
scars of identity
red lights and lavender to the left of them
vodka is probably the saddest of the alcohol group
the ocean
definitely
momentum
seagulls
kissing
childhood
secrets being on fire
salt
yawns
that mid yawn laughter
dried up and beautiful
still in glass
stainless stillness of life -unless touched!
i don’t know
do you?
