tasting mold in bread
you smile
*
child’s toy
in the river
moving upstream
*
wet red leaf
glued to hospital window
says so
tasting mold in bread
you smile
*
child’s toy
in the river
moving upstream
*
wet red leaf
glued to hospital window
says so
Look soul
only through
the animals did I know
myself
it is two words
separated
far apart
I stepped on a book
like a basilisk’s head
my self
something yoked
believing
one drove
one was in chains
an animal
the source of all pity