Thing of Grace

Descendants of fish

the reservoir

the reservoir

a separate coast

an old draft

the dimming light

of the desire, and then the desire

good day at the beach

wispy, crinkled sea brain

coloric cymbals

I hum about in peace

shirtsleeve love

the joy of being dug up

PUNKS

it will move you

things I lose

Do not let me borrow your headphones.

Destroy This

we sit and shake behind pale mugs