My writing is clear as mud, but mud settles and clear streams run on and disappear.
“we live in a / world of / bodies or / not if the / falling trees / don’t kill / the chimps / the lack of / habitat will / they squawk / as they swing / from branch / to branch / o-o-o-awak! / with those / miraculous / hands the / butterflies / killed off / by the new- / wave pollen”
Maggie Nelson | “The World”