registered mail, deep space, television, tig notaro
this is my job to study the universe from my bridge
it has come through the nets of the stars
strange & delicious
the table by the window
here. i brought you a poem!
the white sky
a calendar with every day uncrossed
growling at something out there
time & light are kinds of loves
listen to this
A Suddenness Of Trees
Sometimes I Dream Of Snowflakes
Go on, I’ll Listen.
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