No Atmosphere but Ice in My Deep Craters
The bulge-side oceans
quiver and lean. The days seem
long, even in winter. Run it off
trollipe, say the quadriceps,
but when calcium floods the synapse
I pulse, move, breathe.
My body has intentions
my mind can't master.
The heart has nothing to do with it.
Aloof to lipids and casual enzymes,
cardiac muscle keeps the status quo going.
The Bad Wife Handbook
12 or 20 questions: with Rachel Zucker
"Can human beings get close enough to one another to experience and express real empathy?"
light gazing, ışığa bakmak