24 january

which is to say someone different from me because i do not love mirrors -- do not love the clearer view up close of olive remainders hiding between my teeth all afternoon or whenever was the last black bit of grit i've been grinning with to bare all and ban arms -- we know no harm can come to looking elsewhere and we care for what we've found -- run aground in the sky as it may be and full on overflowing with no-ing rather than approval of the official kind or genealogical garden variety but no piety is wasted in the efforts to hope for a more appropriate arrangement vis a vis aforementioned estrangement as there's a strange bent to this line of inquiry and i'm coming up short of answers