no one can tell me we all exist in the same way.

I'm a collector

of all sorts of odd ends,
details and words, colors.
i like the way petals fold together
overlapping themselves

tell me anything out of the ordinary
life, anything but routinue
just tell me, what is small, seemingly meaningless
that lets you know that you do exist

I just don't always paste it in the right pages,
or clip it the way I should.


so obvious, easy to read. the way I am...

well

multifaceted...

and at the same time, unread.

when spoken

under the sky, if not,

what did you mean?

Practically so

1142 a well sunned house number
bronzed down
neighbored by 1168

there was me looking
for a familiar
pattern
from a city I knew

and finding
that brazen 1180 North

gone.