inhale the water churn

line heads out to sea a hung blue

dress thrashes as a storm throbs in

giant mosquito covers my face breathe

a spiny leg chew the endless faucet

gleams at night it's ink in space a

pool crevasse a mask erased moth

abrasions foot steps out the glass wind

- scattered from Ivan Argüelles

LOOT CLOCK

a “heroic dose” cleft in mouldering

soil “Attunement is as trivial as it is

transformative” - Jim Leftwich

leaf

half insect

your thigh where

chew the slimy fog rises in yr throat