Music.
It’s an outstanding figure of notes.
My bride paints pistachio shellsat the bequest of rose hipsscattered across the table.
Sloping outward\ framing
The names are piling uplike I know what to do with themLike I need a recordof the things I don’t know
Like a graveyardthere’s the certainty that the remainsof people haunt this placebut there are the momentsthat were supposed…
SEA OATS GRASS GRACE HIGH
Skyless and earthless now
