He speaks in a voice I know,
a sounds like sand when the tide is low
we kissed to the voice each night,
bathed in bare reactor light.

the radio, stars

i love being on stage. when you just get the script it looks so long. then the lights and band and temporary otherness are over in a flash. prayer and practice.

i tried on eyeliner cat tick today. i dunno how it was. i really wanted to be edie sedgwick, or selma blair on the miu miu ad.

cleanse like bleeding.

i need a long run and a solemn swim. to sift and draft where i'm to begin.

of socks, and swings, and random things.