air by air we soften rocks we across wetly in crook and shale choose chill thread by thread unself into ancient felt
and we in us find the eagle and the dove. The eagle and the dove hold each other by the wing and fly away.
It was always 2Pac’s Makaveli in the tape deck stuck clicking back and forth every six songs. They’d get through both sides at least
In the kitchen of a friend of a friend, we’re all leaning against appliances and talking—this is a stop on the artist’s studio tour—did