[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & black ink ]
no one comes here just to sit
no one reads in the back of the closet
without a light
no one gets their full bodies
through the trap door
no pleather resembles skin, one
hardens with age, one
thins its own ideas over time
busy street, too busy to know
yours was halfbody, less maybe
you’d put your hands against the
fishbowl and scream and
no one would hear you so you
skip it
skip back
leave the sound of you wailing
in the future
//
in the future
the whales are coming to
sound it back
sound it out
anyone can behold a parting water but
how thick the wall of the beast
hands free in the open ocean is the
deep secret in my shallow ended
animal era, flippering the bird
but the sky thins in a blink
but it does this for
any assurance or any shred
of access to light
any body can make a splash
in the dark
any page could be the one
any one but you
Any page could be the one 🤞♥️