this is not america

nicole hopfer

[silberfish]

blue, blue, blue.

[silberfish]

here we go magic.

[silberfish]

backup

[silberfish]

where the stones can hear every sound and thought.

[silberfish]

i must go. the fog is rising.

emily dickinson

[silberfish]

when the night implodes.

[silberfish]

and we’ll have sunshine.

[silberfish]

we had so much to give.

[silberfish]

straight to you.

[silberfish]

and the sky will throw thunderbolts and sparks.

[silberfish]

being free.

[silberfish]

cast your spell upon me.

[silberfish]

men and the sea.

[silberfish]

and there’ll be light.

[silberfish]

water-colour.

[silberfish]

welsh melancholy.

[silberfish]

under the milkwood.