I said it’s all of us or none of us. Choose, quickly.
She can only stand to see me for my feathers
Learn to love our shallow home
The viscous orange sky folded like origami
when you dance across the floor you realize
Maybe because answers to questions like that are always varying strains of non-answers.
I look for this history. To be a part of it.
But the train goes on and we go with it.
Potatoes have no interest in being part of the Art world.