windrag : poetry : journal

-for bl despite everything when i grind gomasio i remember you

several crows guffaw. a crow unravels a wad of string. a crow struts off across the street. a crow shreds bread on a phone line. shiny. pointy. black.

moon glows through washboard cloudwash–dusk, nearly every possible gray. someone loved me once–i didn’t believe it. music too quiet to capture.