No. 195 I can retrace mice steps better than I can pick up the phone —the albatross anymore, worn on the body by a chain hooked through the suprasternal notch, a sign of pride. Short is a rodent's stride, deliberate as one shared touch— human kinesis, no paper no peeling, crusted vinyl. I always bring my 'nocs when I timetravel—looking at two years ago in one eye, the impending eight hours in the other. Torn at the nose all the way down, zipper-sternum, the whole suited disguise unraveling in every direction. #liminalproject #mentalhealth #anxiety #depression #poetry #throughthelookingglass #timetravel (at Park Central, Phoenix, Arizona)










