haiku
we share a train seat
tracing shadows of raindrops
on all the people.
the battery died
in our only smoke alarm:
you make new warnings.
I lost the locket
sometime spring being near you
and falling down stairs.
Thanks to Zac and Radiolab for my recent Juana Molina obsession. Add another reason to the move-to-South America list.
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Tom Waits and ostriches on his/their birthday.
I’m fairly positive nothing is better than this.
In this season of blood I try to harvest life from your planted body. spring cherry trees bloom thousands of dove-white skulls
branches rattle down loose teeth
the sun sorrow-hot as I carry your ghost heavy in my arms
too strange a fruit for the cover of Time the country collaborates
bleaches your name off the page
Qwo-Li Driskill
