( me / me )

Cast iron grave markers.

"The End Wears Odd Boots

Stammered blinks,
lungs in parquet rows—
cracked chords drip
sharp angles of fury,
arguing with cloud-shadow logic.

Doubts linger
in obtuse corners.
The end smudges
in coffee-ring script.
Nothing aligns;
even time limps sideways
in odd boots."

--@thedevilstuna.bsky.social

Owl in its nocturnal sphere of shadows.

"In the bad type of thin pamphlets, in hand-set lines on imported paper, people's hard lives and hopeless ambitions have expressed themselves more directly and heartbreakingly than they have ever expressed in any work of art: it is as if the writers had sent you their ripped-out arms and legs, with 'This is a poem' scrawled on them in lipstick." --Randall Jarrell via (via @maryanncorbett.bsky.social)

Taking precautions.