2022-01-19

my nine, my fifty

Cut into a tree or a chunk of flesh until enough static leaks out into a large enough mass you can flatten and further manipulate. I got high score on a midnight pinball machine. The prize was a pre-dawn walk with my grandfather's ghost through the orchards of Ceres. I knew I would lose all of you. Some in a distorted blur of Christmas mornings. Some in the fog of fishing boats departing Half Moon Bay.