Slinging Wayward Slang Like Bottle Rockets

Stuttering intimacies: bouncing back/around

Photo by Katie Atkins on Unsplash

if only we knew we were dreamers transmuted into signal flares — — — across the chasm of our distant & disembodied dialogues, I feel your mouth shutter open, cluttered with words clamouring for my ear

— a schoolyard full of shrieking
feelings, *footnoted (but never forgotten)