The heat feels different this year.In the village, the women take bowls of foodto the grieving widow’s…
The spirit said to me,‘We do not care for you,we who lived so long ago,we still have much to do,’and as she floated upwards…
I was born closedon a bright night, under neon cloudsand in the morningI opened up orange.
like blank slated humanswalking talking billboardsadvertising occultic wordswords created by the messiah-like figureheadsignifying the…