COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
The Work of Tzvetan Todorov
give us stories to hold
when meaning leans on meaning,
how a voicemail becomes a bridge.
even in the quiet after,
my sentences keep walking
from one mind into another,
a small light passed hand to hand.
in the grand scheme
we are just things
doing things.
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