A Night Bloom

Dog-Ear: Mar. 23, 2024

3/23: Snowy after last call and a night unwound. This is where we learn about destruction. Someone is awake and howling for me, but I used to be a golden thing. Whose hands are these, shy and open and animal, like my fathers? In the breath of an eye roll I am out of the room. I am restless w/ a night tied around so many fingers.

We remember what we want…