Newness, art remedy, crawling
Towards and away from pattern–
But I’m moving, nonetheless.
Truth comforted in Bordeaux,
Another throw, so I can be sure I
Know. A backwards row. But that’s
Still a direction, right?
Songs written right before work,
Infected. My next show, more
Quiet. Pre and post. 3 days
After that, I switch to the first
Day, convincing restart. A little
Hunger, trained vice to toss dice.