Moving now against the wind, the city is open.
There are no locks.
Everything can be fixed
because everything is broken.
Nanny was at the threshold and would they even make it in time, which was the planning aspect: had they not stopped for coffee in midtown, Selma, they wouldn’t be tailgating the grim reaper
if it's possible make us so small / we can hover like gods / in a spray of Windex
— Aurora Lee Shimshak
The body is a technology of the soul: translator of light and darkness.
—Patrick Clement James