Geraniums survived—or so you said— / much longer than our corrugated slam.
I see the idea of an alphabet.
What's the point of poetry?
Lol, I don't know.
Adult man / pours milk / into beer mug / / / / / / Satisfaction
an endlessly-drawn-out sarcastic-ish kiss / at water making new pictures possible
In knowing home waters / you know we cannot claim them