Monday, August 3, 2026

Afghan modes of reflection

when we turn Friday night

upside-down connection

and weak two-story trying

your dusty trepidation

never fails to horrify

groceries walk up the steps

dream gel cut down by the net

we don’t know what happened

inside of that hotel room

we think it might have been

a double barrel meteor show

we're pretty sure we heard

something glowing up from below
at

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