4/03/2023

Not

in the morning

because I avoid 

prepositional phrases.


[LSS, 4/3/23]


Sabbatical


The studio 

a near-dead 

monastery,


sleeping door 

hinges and alarm  

clocks, my 


saints awaiting 

invocation.


[LSS, 4/3/23]



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