Status: Detached: In a related study, scientists determined that happiness is on the rise.
To: RD
From: VW
Sent: November 25, 8:18 pm
Subject: A powder called regolith
The Sunset Tree: a chamber in which the most delicate taste and considerable abuse of a stepfather is captured. The most catastrophic day.
Let me write down my reasons to joggle as the drink is swallowed. That any new crater will obliterate the one before. A snake threaded, killed by the Impact—how easily a thing is broken.
Are we far from Ashland? But Oregon isn’t THAT big—the throat of a man to a Midwestern girl obscured, received and projected on a gentle layer of powder called regolith.
A state divided into seas, perhaps water, the filling
is dark, mellifluous voices recorded on a plate that spins. To stay a girl holding The Beautiful then becomes an apparition by which the needle
lifting the singer by the van raises liquid. A point of entry, rock composed, cooled from a molten state. The image of an object through a lens focused nine just-gathered lyrics for the store owner about to close. The rarest works of poetry.
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Status: Waiting: I tried listening but wasn’t allowed.
To: VW
From: RD
Sent: November 26, 9:30 pm
Subject: Re: A powder called regolith
I feed them flies. Upside down biding as I write the wind-torn petals of a rose. What could be extended, consumed or exhumed, as desired. Up for air and inhaling a lungful of hot shards, the worst day.
Like rooting for the villain in a horror film. Silk spun from an abdomen, crosshairs for craving, catching prey, two feelers and eight simple eyes—what spin.
There are 800 in my house and most prefer lurking. To feed off one’s own and regenerate legs. Six hours at a time catching flies, I hanker. The role of entomology to divide and cut, a benevolent display of torture, really.
A ladder you stepped off the morning following. To catch a girl flailing, resurfaced warmer, wider this time in a desert or an incubator, a powder called regolith.
Perhaps heat and space are interchangeable.