after Anne Boyer
Now it's hummingbirds, jerks, and cougars with the keys as beautiful as the animals.
So the only kind of cancer was the jerk kind.
It's nice to find bears in caves and lions sleeping in the corners. And today I rolled my eyes and said, okay, because frankly, spiders are a pain, and we are both waiting for them to take us away while we sleep / in those little bags you love because we aren't allowed to touch without the sheet and we wear these garments which are not a secret but still keep us attached to the clouds and bright places of marble, this is our love and our heart homes and our not-secret. It's our magic. You know. But no one will miss us anyway because all our lights are always on.
Tonight the hyena gave out, he coughed blood onto us and crawled off to dark space, we kissed those still soft lumps of black on his feet, we could feel him sign off. Do you really believe animals die, too?
in the wild
and what to do
It's driftwood trying to be a place to live.