soon the caterpillar will emerge who eats all summer long never stopping for a day until his self-incarceration and emergence as a moth who won’t ever eat a thing just alive long enough to reproduce

something’s changing but i don’t know what it is there’s so much left to do but i don’t know where to to begin

i dreamt of bleeding hearts poking through the snow and plumping tiny heat sources furnaces of abstract invention and awe yet instead of being full of blood they are hollow inside like the very things they imitate

something’s aching but i don’t know what it is there’s so much left to do but i don’t know where i left off

epw 2.27.08 perrysburg, oh