May 13, 2020
2042. The Old Format
This is “The Old Format.” Do you also have what I have?
I think about painting you and then I think of the word pain...
My memory was the only original thing I had until I began filling in the holes...
I have faith in silence. I believe it exists and will save me...
The old format doesn’t work. I am left stuck trying to deliver the goods...
Speech is the problem. Never nudity. The candles on the birthday cake resist blowing out...
Who is even left to celebrate?