As if we could scrape the color off the iris and still see.” …Maggie Nelson, Bluets
This music is a trampoline and I am jumping my way into it.
Have you ever wondered what a body would look like out of tune?
Lightening can be like an alarm clock to the soul.
I want you to tell me what you see when you look at me.
Three hands on piano keys on a saturday before 10pm and a tongue burns from earl grey elixir.
Kind of like what I imagine Winter to be.
You can always press snooze.
Tricky. Matted. Smell. Leaflet. Groan. Hunt
ed ing. Blue. Draft.