ROSALIE MOFFETT
Will
Blank cartridges, useful in races, threats, theater
and reenactmentsâall heat lightning, no rain.
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Blank cartridges, useful in races, threats, theater
and reenactmentsâall heat lightning, no rain.
Everyone’s talking about the dead owls
Of the arts, only two remain: the documentary and the fragment
The fragrance is sun and grit.
And when I reached the field,
it stopped me with a prophecy
The most difficult death is forgiveness
i run as sun shuns us
I, too, am flabbergasted by it. The sky
full of sharp where I expected nothing
This is the boy next door discovering
what he wants his voice to doâ
Abandoned, expropriated building.