There lived in a forest a fox and a stork who passed each other virtually every day and they both had that regional quirk where they were invariably civil and polite while secretly despising the other but they were also sensitive and neither wanted to be accused of being practitioners of the 'Seattle Freeze...'
A girl buttons solid f(r)onts A girl undoes (parenthetical) reruns A girl understands that fonts frame meaning A girl stands tall in threads of well-read seams
Nice, together, in the face of perfect terror Looking at the files redacted At the P O T U S, who acts like a loony attacks the people in Minnesota he can come in and milk us with agents of ICE
It is against the law for bombs to sleep on the sidewalk but less fortunate bombs are shelterless or as some say unsheltered no silo nor anywhere else to go
A shadow’s echo speculates by the bleached wall of papyrus An incense stick crumbles into ash — a garden snake sheds its skin Falling back asleep inside the mirror of dreams The puddle’s canvas, catching watercolors of the rainbow rain
