Our hands were scars and tears.
To invent a language that names something other than violence is also the work of difference.
An image can be an entanglement or an acknowledgment, not a memory.
witnesses build unbearable libraries
It cannot be that soft boys are only a lost object.
We have been in a long quiet. Or were in a long quiet.
The restfulness of incurious strangers.
Now, I am learning to sit with the softness and beauty of then.
sound will move in and through and gather space and time and fold into the unending ongoing
a lack of fluency might make the press less visible
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