Charleston July
from self the split is saved
what if I were to be
hornswoggled into that
wholly other
sensitive to the dynamics
when others are online.
the internet has become
our collective unconscious
enacted in fibres and silica.
I would have
thrown the shot put
farther if
I had done a shot
of jaeger before
the meet.
where did it all go?
tickets prawns
ancestors
consequences
her love
this ice cream
cone
snaking up
through steps of
air breathes Charleston
July