KITTY
two things from my daily walk:
1 there's a bakery/cafe that just opened not too far behind my house. there's a sign on the door indicating only two people are allowed inside at a time (complete with two smiley faces wearing masks). it seems like a weird time to open a bakery, but sure, why not. it was closed for the day by the time i walked by, so i couldn't buy anything to see how their baked goods are.
2 i passed a house with a cat sitting on the front porch, so i paused long enough to say hi, and the cat came down to the sidewalk to rub against my legs and get pets. SO CUTE AND FRIENDLY. and also so tried to follow me when i started walking again. >.< i said "you can't come home with me" and the cat turned and ambled back to the front porch.
squishables is making a plague doctor. so squishy and socially appropriate. probably the only plague doctor ever who isn't creepy as shit.
In a strait, some things are useful.
Others, true, she turns to ash.
Thrust, thus-
her head thick with arrogance,
infection and futility.
It could be how a young wife went,
strewn with net-veined willow
and mountain aven-
trespass, and wreckage.
She could write about the year
she turned to heat and haze,
to laze: immurmurat-,
imauraaqtuŋa. Of cannula
and silver nitrate. Of petiolus
and achene, about to begin again.
Of greens as they green. Of a man
aged, eskered. Of a confined gleam-
to hereby dissolve and hold for naught
the soil / gravel / silt groaning
as the tools of our penultimate glacier,
a glacier I might pronounce like grief.
One does wish for words to thaw
in the mouth, but find instead a tongue,
welt. Erosional or depositional, raised
& visible, rift into language & grit-
--"Nunataq", Joan Naviyuk Kane
1 there's a bakery/cafe that just opened not too far behind my house. there's a sign on the door indicating only two people are allowed inside at a time (complete with two smiley faces wearing masks). it seems like a weird time to open a bakery, but sure, why not. it was closed for the day by the time i walked by, so i couldn't buy anything to see how their baked goods are.
2 i passed a house with a cat sitting on the front porch, so i paused long enough to say hi, and the cat came down to the sidewalk to rub against my legs and get pets. SO CUTE AND FRIENDLY. and also so tried to follow me when i started walking again. >.< i said "you can't come home with me" and the cat turned and ambled back to the front porch.
squishables is making a plague doctor. so squishy and socially appropriate. probably the only plague doctor ever who isn't creepy as shit.
In a strait, some things are useful.
Others, true, she turns to ash.
Thrust, thus-
her head thick with arrogance,
infection and futility.
It could be how a young wife went,
strewn with net-veined willow
and mountain aven-
trespass, and wreckage.
She could write about the year
she turned to heat and haze,
to laze: immurmurat-,
imauraaqtuŋa. Of cannula
and silver nitrate. Of petiolus
and achene, about to begin again.
Of greens as they green. Of a man
aged, eskered. Of a confined gleam-
to hereby dissolve and hold for naught
the soil / gravel / silt groaning
as the tools of our penultimate glacier,
a glacier I might pronounce like grief.
One does wish for words to thaw
in the mouth, but find instead a tongue,
welt. Erosional or depositional, raised
& visible, rift into language & grit-
--"Nunataq", Joan Naviyuk Kane