17 march

and i'm sorry but i'm not sure how to escape the flare-up that scares off the even and measured sense of self i was thinking of building out of soft and delicious colors and flavors but when those sharp edges come on i hear see catch the knowing too quickly to be able to release, i am tangled in the anxious wrangle of wishing i could escape but clenching tighter as the only strategy as if closing my eyes and teeth to focus in on the sharper would set straight the record and break the bank to top off the tank: register and be counted for the amounts are overdrawn and some dog must have some day or no one will walk in the sun (light too sharp breaks hard on bones and again apologies for unable to escape)