"Before the hissings of the hearth..."
say which way to turn, Siri
all horizons churn, Siri
once i heard a bird singing
garden’s voice so stern, Siri
soldiers in the wrong desert
troops we have to burn, Siri
like a choice we’d make, gladly;
smoke alone discern, Siri
floating hills my one landmark
Graywyvern doesn’t learn, Siri
Capital's answer to climate change.
"Someone recently told me that my books feel like “intrusive thoughts come to life.” I love that anaylsis so much and totally what I’m always going for when I write something depraved…" —@ericlarocca.bsky.social
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