1 february

Are there no words to herd past this headache gate this bad mistake as if  there are good kinds as if there are mad blinds like scientist set them up as experiments -- an early dawn coming in before the sun goes down rounding out the day before you're ready, unsteady and no waiting -- the shirt I wanted to buy but couldn't because holes, the story I wanted to write but can't be told, the food to be cooked, the face to be looked, and more and more and more, but in the dark parked and done...