I cross the line (back and forth, back and forth) —
Not a line but a chasmic divide;
What does a change of habit signify?
There’s no harm in recognizing the failure of birds to thrive.
I see my mom mistily at the airport; she hasn’t seen me — she doesn’t have rheumy eyes but we’ll give them to her for the occasion. She doesn’t have eyes at all. When i was little/younger/young i found great comfort in writing,
Also in clean surroundings, tidiness, the thrill of a white page.
Sometimes parting is just a gift.
(Are you illegal?)
There is no audience.
What to do with lifelessness but indulge it.
Terror is learned.