i’ve been thinking about birds (the capturing of them) and cutting through streams of water.
idling; the domestication of fiction
- eating noodles from a sink (caught)).
At this point, seeking these lines out for weeks
prior, repeatedly; domesticating by writing on endless post it notes.
(exploding in silence - what was that line? - These instants passing through the air i breathe: in fireworks they explode silently
precious, precarious control over the oozing;
controlled oozing - trying to cut a stream of water, in a badly lit room.
water shooting through the glass
the spit, the tongue, the sticky hand (behind glass)