Tagged: fragments

who notices

Who notices the me back of the moon.

the mirror

The mirror. The mirror doesn’t know you.

platinum light

Quiet relief that the weekend is over. Platinum light gone down and gone down early.

loose form

I like the sensation of a loose form. Three pages at a sitting. Or thirteen fragments. Or fifty words. I feel safer. Enclosed. I’m in a quieter, less hysterical space.

attention of predators

Do I feel threatened All-the-Time? Do I think if I weaken myself, I’ll go undetected, and not draw the attention of predators? I don’t know.