collection of written miscellany
we used to sleep here in mucor under the moon until floor fell through
Our story begins, like so many stories, in a tavern; there, a bard sits; he recites a poem to the patrons, a poem of suffering and succession; a poem about the legendary Seven Heroes, who once banished a great evil, only to return decades later consumed by the very same evil they once banished; a poem about kingdoms crumbling to dust, then rising once more only to crumble again; of kings and queens falling at the feet of demons, only for their children to take up arms to avenge their gruesome deaths. This is a poem beset by suffering on all sides.
The poem is titled Life—er, Romancing SaGa 2.
hanging from this ledge i contemplate life and death also treats and pets
microbial things dance upon dewy sepals on lavender bloom
the dragonfly spies with brilliant diamond eyes another fine roost
oh medley of stars frogs, crickets, and cicadas my alien hum
cicada shell weird exuvia through and through welcoming new yous
full moon eyes and cries at the strange men with the couch now i climb brand new
what was your last thought before you turned carrion what did you love most