present in print dowels of thread

wheelbarrows

 

I will keep your something sung seen sound

mandolin wound acoustic in green well soaked wells

double

stop sax

summers

 

I will keep your fog climbing toes set to rain set blue lined

spine scent sticks

low lit snow schedules of cloves day singing

belts

 

I will keep your age of

nude

rests tatted speak

the most fiercest

climb

blurry in gardens

 

I will keep your pattern gated concentric

molds of past paths of a sleep address moment my side your passenger in evergreens

lipping beauty breakfast hands my hair a soft someone

fuck me

play book

sanity

& sleep