from I Live Here Now
We travel with wine, we travel alone, knowingly, unknowingly, as is how such things get decided, endless gaze, that deep dream hole and local color, we can all just talk on the phone anytime we want, so many years without domestic sanctuary, what is a safehouse if not a house of one? playful gone-gone, supersede the ocean floor, no longer missing actual intimacies but imagined ones, the serpent narrative, repent, repent, your story arc has depleted, all your gathered wears, all the careful fashioning elegy, elegy