August at sea level,
and the sun comes through the sheets
release, retrieve, retain, repeat
It is morning here as it should always be morning here
See the mountain there? The sky on either side like strong, blue calves?
I write to tell you dear that there is nothing I have hidden
Many things are immaculate, so few terrifying
I am on my back now, listening to the broadcast and call of the alley
There is very little rain anymore.
Have sent cash per your request and I hope that you are well
[Polaroid by Lindsey Nevins]
