Little theories arranged by bones: can you hear them? The canary in conversation with a hungry beast swallows–a gesture so blank, it is only met with a careless glance. I travelled here, between the hour of silent coffee and badly dressed men. Their suits remind me of electricity, how it matters until it doesn’t or it never did.
Posted 01/26/18
Inspired by an erasure poem constructed from Virginia Woolf's "The Voyage Out".