it’s a matter of welcoming
desire moves the hand; pleasure, the mouth
observe[r]
Tag: nzpoet
a squat pigeon who haunts you
a daisy had glued itself to one
tiny dead face
tiny dead face
cultivated mushrooms seeking a little
more depth
at the troughs of soundwaves
it rains outside and it’s going to rain frequencies any minute
here’s a taste
cotton night-gown
sheer enough to pull my eyes
she pulls the curtains and it’s blue
