communicado
I feel like my most important words have been trapped behind my teeth for several weeks now. I’m not even sure what I am trying to say. I like waiting for these things to unfurl. I feel like an absorber, observer, and shrimp net.
Unrelatedly, I am copying Carrie’s postcard poem idea, due to a surfeit of postcards and a web-building urge.
Tumblrs, do you want a poem? On a postcard? I will send you one if I have your address.
