Picture in picture. New print for the apt. #SF #Yosemite #art
anti-particles, were we.
more the same than not.
but still the same,
we could never be.
Saturday mornings start slowly.
hands, rummaging through the sheets.
peeks of sunlight caressing my ankles.
senses, slowly returning.
the world plays pretend it wouldn’t have me.
and i, with pious devotion, am wont to believe.
i brush my molars, first thing.
minty fresh is how mornings should taste.