Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Hand Habits
Doing this city right
Is just thinking about it
How everything disappears
Right in front of
Already blurry
Already a thought
How the angles don't exist
A melt of heat and land
A health center of women
Who come from nearby
A restaurant of warm fools
Eating egg whites
At night I can hear the coyotes
And all the dogs at once
All the animals actually
Sounds like a real brawl
Separated by the time
Between neighbors
I wonder if any of them
Are strong enough to break
Through my screen door
Or if any human would
Just do that
With a tool
In silence