After last night unclenched me, I tipped my dream out, slid its ruined kitchen and lost watch into the dust bin. I was a
Only mid-June cattails molting time slips unfelt. At the beach the Indiana shoreline turned unfamiliar overnight: the tree line moved stalks the coal stack.
What I had forgotten was like a chasm, blue stones in a purple brook, a bird perched on my thumb. Hands popped through walls,