11:10am

[Bronte]

Slap me with yon Haddock if you must
but I can’t write essays of what I think is wrong, or right.

All I can do is show how taking the self out makes room for the reader to wiggle in


11:10am
hungry and lying in bed
think how evenings gore the heart,
add open door displays in grays.

make eggs and toast
play let’s pretend
it's a given
on a silver service
where anger seems utterly strange.