do you know who I am

[rinue]

Emergence of another slushpile pattern: several poems in a row about the accumulation of plastic in the ocean.

On the basis of the noises my body sometimes makes, Ciro and I have decoded my hidden fairytale origin: I am a bag of leaves my mother sewed together and rolled in flour.

First nice day in a bit. Repotted some plants whose roots were becoming rings.

Comments

[sabotabby]

That's an excellent fairy tale origin.