Fragment #28
Aug 20, 2023
I don’t have anything. I blew my own candles. I cut my flowers. I salted my garden. I’m lost. I torched my Baedeker. I smothered my passion. There’s nothing here but soil and soot under my fingernails.
I don’t have anything. I blew my own candles. I cut my flowers. I salted my garden. I’m lost. I torched my Baedeker. I smothered my passion. There’s nothing here but soil and soot under my fingernails.
