february 12, 2010
my stomach in a knot.

i’m trying to sew but this fabric is like sewing a sheet of feathers in a windstorm. tendrils of it everywhere. i’m wearing black so i look like i’ve been tarred and feathered.

it’s too quiet. that sickening kind of quiet just before the screaming starts.


  1. Oh how beautiful the geese
    in their tailspin near his mouth

    the swollen gears arrowed
    his canoe leaning length-wise
    against the north side

    all those Idaho winters peeling the exquisite paint

    the whole lake swinging away



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