Wednesday, August 10
AMORPHISM There must be a song that birds use to describe a form of clairvoyance based on the motions of our human commutes, or the family tree of a tree drawn in the shape of a man recycling himself underground. There must be an angler fish so deep in the squeeze of the ocean's core alighting its ancient leather face like a nightmare in the nighlight in the night. I love the Komodo dragon sleeping in the zoo, his poison tongue locked in his jaw, his breath bluing the glass for a moment like smoke. I love the Loch Ness Monster because I know she is a stick. (Sarah Matthes)