Who will continue the bleached rhythm of sand? Who will impeach the lighthouse? And if I sink my lilac imitation in night's wool to vase grief? Call. No, call. Moss traps in a necklace clicking at the gate. Flashlight. Canteen. Instructions for temperature. Who will incline the lemon shore?
Heading back to Denver tomorrow. Cindy King is driving me to LaGuardia & Sommer Browning is picking me up at DIA so what could be better than that? All I have to do is depart & arrive. Please.