The semester is barely started and I’m already pretty tired of school. Its definitely better than being home but I can’t help feeling like I’m stagnating.
From what the wind wrote
in the wheat field she took a little hope;
That rippling prosody seemed to promise to give up
meaning like tea leaves in a cup.
T. R. Hummer, opening strophe to “Transcendental,” Skandalon: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2014)
We are that song: a sibilance, a sigh.
Coral Stoakes, I wish my boyfriend was as dirty as your policies placard, 2011. Painted cardboard, 819 x 458 x 20 mm.
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