Author: Catherine

I’ll try to rise I’ll try to rise I’ll raise my eyes I’ll all surprise I’ll stall the lies I’ll steal the whys I’ll try to rise I’ll try to rise

how do I dare do I dare how I dare how do dare how do I

and this morning wrapped in cleanest sheets of calm and still worms tackling

Tuning is resisted, this is discordance. This is the dance of discord. This is a sort of hyperbolic naming in an overnamed environment. This is afterwards. This is the wretchedness of the beach. This...

Her voice is a snake and mine is a frayed carpet.