Wilder Margot
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

you think it’s going to fall apart and

just when you think it’s going to happen–

it

doesn’t.

upon listening to Glassworks while eating a watermelon,

juice from the fruit rolled down the palm of my hand,

over the curve of my wrist bone,

and plunged down my arm like a snail

the music forced awareness of this

deliciousness of the moment

feeling the drop of juice

gently travel my skin

as we go deeper into the work, Glass cuts

and crimson emerges.

we are pointed towards the layered repetition

fueling our very existence …

surprise! noise glitters the air around us in perfect

harmony

and we know we must take it all in now

for she will soon evolve.

)

Wilder Margot

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the moon hangs outside my window she's yellow and weathered and closer than usual waxing waning all in a moment to blow hurricanes away from their targets

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