January 7, 2025

Turtles, foxes, bears, and birds will come when I wish myself into their divining rod. And still, I chased a man who demanded less syllables and fought my big words until his mouth went thin in a long pencil line across his face and stayed silent for twenty more years. Taciturn, aloof, disdainfully mute.

Meanwhile foxes circled me and the birds drove their heads through my walls.