Left
Your holes opening new
color fade to dust and some kind of other
pulse point throbbing static wire ceiling
shower scent of old plastic like Haifa
Wehbe, like olive oil spilling out of the
tin, like watering a tree with blood,
like finally saying hello,
like a hug on a mountain, you don't
have to like it but you do so why not
get familiar with it.
Mar 4
Right