Tuesday, June 17, 2025

experiment 338: if i was a cowboy

Home is ever-changing, unfixéd mark,
gathering dust, hack-cut flowers in greening water
folding back, browning, white mold on stem,
cracked leather//always something to buff,
dust, fix—
and in all this decadence of decay
we hire staff to manage, maid/gardener—
begrudging, spray the leaves of the dead.

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