What can’t be told
can’t pass as fantasy but might be love’s truth. My copy of Word is registered
to Innocent Fantasy, LLC. I buy my coffee from a man with dog eyes. We are
lost, lost cases, lost caretakers, & we must go deeper to follow the
heart’s lead, as if the heart were not a box. Can we allow blue light? Can we
do a thing & allow it to make us? We follow a jar into love & the blue
light empties outside the office. I want this image in my mind to remain. And
this wax imprint of a key. But what unsubtles thought is permission.