(May 7, 2017)
What is against me--
skin press letter press
world swathed in sandpaper, spinning
your breath, my hand mirror
breathing is an intrusion on the world
What touches me--
touch sound, touch stone
my delicates are touched by a touch
silky page, each incandescent foot
toeing the sand to silt.
To archive my notes and writing notebooks; entires excerpted in random order. Purpose unknown, save for preservation, discovery, and perhaps a pliable (re)engagement with soft ideas.