leah
Is stuck to a string and hanging from a moment. like a horse with reigns or a dog on a leash, but also like a person on the world. small, unhinged, and free. loose, lost, and connected only by a hanging thread.
the throttling shake of the noise downunder rattles the lazy in my elbow. I am free and loose and noble as a horse. but nobody sees through the silk painted screen I hang in my door, so nobody knows where I'm thinking.
Where does this go? At the end of the paper claiming that gosh, look I didn't just argue the opposite of what I said I would. This is the antithesis. It will fight your thesis statement to the death.
all minding their own backs. launching the rockets and diving in headfirst and shooting things. brings them closer and closer
to broken bones.