i am inertia
without a single flying
star; i am comet relieved
of thunderstorm desires. i am
hurt in your hurt i am
heat in your cold i am
flying in your rain wind
and fasting in your
thirst.
grieving greif
bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...
