jroddy you gotta take it as it comes sings through my head, the north wind still
under overnight draped green heat. it singes the ends of the breath. where was spring,
winter still, north wind? where this fringe, this throttle at my throat, this death
how is it that is the song, so cavalier, i vaguely think. i am awaiting a visiting sis
my earth quaking to parts in the center of me. i keep waiting for the right time
the air, not wind, the air lingering here between the twinge last of spring
tells me this. i weave sticks into my hair, miniature tree bones the salt
water already there a good host. i tell my tale. i cannot find myself here
anymore bc
i’ve become too much for me to bear
KdadaB 