I. World, please swallow me whole, like a dead fish washed up on that shore, baked with open fly wounds and glittery scales scattered. take me back, into that tide of movement and belonging, an integrated member of an ecosystem: me, a posthumous exile.
late night rivers (10.17.19)
late night rivers (10.17.19)
late night rivers (10.17.19)
I. World, please swallow me whole, like a dead fish washed up on that shore, baked with open fly wounds and glittery scales scattered. take me back, into that tide of movement and belonging, an integrated member of an ecosystem: me, a posthumous exile.