22 October 2024
1 November 2024
positioned
under the sky—of course—with the anxious x in experience—yes, I see, I *hear* you
and on the ground your each foot trod—sole to sock, shoe, dirt—whatever the day and night required
it was the solo investigation your mother warranted
at least you thought it was your mother it was her scent your face pressed in her coat it was your hand held up to hers
or under the sky—it was the scent of the coat, not her, the coat was empty, in your hand you held a glove
you were no longer exempt / something fell into the sea / please, circle each relevant word
kiss each circled word, go on