for the next act...

the corner sweeps around me and the path is not the same. i am chronicling big decisions in small books. keeping my hand writing neat and tight. these are delicate sweeps of ink and metal. controlled, considered, petite.

i am a stone fruit. my skin is easily bruised. the flesh melts on impact of thumb.

emerging from the cupboard. uncurl my spine and shelter eyes. my electronic life is buzzing. reality is static. the sheets are ablaze with electricity. i am replacing fuses everyday.