Wednesday, April 6
BECOMING MOSS I lie on the ground. I open my mouth. I suck on a spoon. I embrace a stone. A beetle crawls by. I empty my mind I stuff it with grass I'm green, I repeat. The sun is a drink the yellowest squash I can't get enough I can't get enough I can't get enough I can't get enough I can't get enough I can't get enough (Ella Frears)