Always a little better than he pretends
And a little worse than he wishes, my friend,
Saying words that should be written down,
Displaying a smile that is often a frown.
I’m going to paint the walls of this room over. They’re old now and they clash with the décor. But the days are short and there’s no light, no tarps, no plastic covers And I’m sure I’ll get drippings on … Read More
Make all due haste through airless waste, my mother read to me. / Work quickly with your regolith! but I was only three / and didn’t understand the words / or where our ship was headed towards.
it rained sixteen months – heavy – before we found you, mud, child, slicked but buffeted, sinking backward & forward. you resisted and slid further smoothing into before as our hands built out to after. smile – we coo – … Read More
