Skip to content
February 2, 2021 / barton smock

non notes

Dream returns little more than a medicine cup’s worth of water to match the amount once hired by a bullet to take pictures of a mother’s ankle. I want to whisper it isn’t our mother but mostly we’re here to name simultaneously those we imagine are looking passively at the thing we stopped touching. No matter whose baby was the first to say jinx, I know how to learn nothing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: