Tag: identity

IV to lay—in the dark intoning in tune with the waves moaning in purposeless calm is to know this, I cannot, in the object hold (the) ‘myself’ inside this busted-lock of surf beach changing room without the cold suspicion that the ‘I’ who moves the green pencil across the narrow page of an complimentary Agriculture…

A honey bee has landed on my pen. It walks inside the cave my holding the pen makes, pushing its triangle head between the fingers the way small dogs burrow after objects meaningful to their ways. I was wandering the late morning where the river and the sea fill looking for clues to validate, or…