Thursday, 05.02:

A heavy, fog-saturated thread droops from my new car to the one I’ve left sitting this past month.

Sunday, 05.05:

from a podcast on the Donner Party: terminal burrowing.

Wednesday, 05.22:

And even after the rains, the flood, they came in hordes, sobbing droning nets, gray whining veils against our faces, ravenous, piercing, vectoring away our heavy tainted blood . . .

The white city trucks patrolling the streets, releasing their poison mist . . .

[Houston: the burning years]


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