Monday, April 3


the rain is like a cage, the maudlin tangle of your life under the clouded sky's curious glare. i noticed a strange ambling gait in my step today, as i walked away from visiting miele. fortelling an adventure? no just my flat shoes with no cushioning. i re-re-remembered all my projects that i put on hold because of how i was going to move to this farm. now that i can't move there, those plans are strangely shaped for my new hands, my gloves left out in the rain. i feel like maybe placing them down and going somewhere i can be really useful -- materially useful.


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