hello ! i miss u ! please send me mail ! lovelag@protonmail.com __,._ / _ \ | 6 \ \ oo \___/ .|__|| _,..="^ . , " , \ ____ ____ ;.__________________/ "the lost glove is happy" 9.28 i walked into the kitchen and the gnats responded, greeting me from sink and garbage disposal and compost to kiss the salt on my face before i did the dishes a man is yelling in the street outside far away; i can’t discern his words and cars are honking i can hear their horns blaring as they drive past i emerge from my home for a walk in the evening, i don’t get far; i have found no tears to sip 9.27 ready to cry, i did it before gnats in the kitchen hole in the screen 9.19 was it a firefly, a shooting star or a trick of the light i saw in the yard last night guess it helps to look up sometimes 9.14 straining passionfruit for juice a million seeds a yellow pulp 9.06 maybe this year... maybe this year it'll stop and i'll feel normal again every year i think it's going to stop and i'll be okay but it hasn't and i still am so there 9.03 no work wednesday and i studied listening to harley music and the sound of the water hitting the dishes really hot like really turned the ac on then turned it off again because we can stand it 8.25 soft bodies wasting away, cold chamber misty waiting far from home life drips from skin sticky sacred always dying alone in an empty room alone in a busy room pushed into a corner and dripping down the wall unseen until it’s obvious warm once warm again at last free from winter’s tomb and safe in earth soul released whispering wet