goodbye_2021 tender_square a blur whirl of sand shifted into a new and unexpected configuration. spread your hand and make a wooden rake with your fingers, love, like you were meandering through the pathways of my hair as i’m slipping toward sleep. form a groove around my synapses & sense-memories and a trillion particulate grains will bow in the name of future, in the name of becoming and yet-to-be. 211231 ... unhinged and fuck you too while im at this may just be the angriest new year i will ever have the year i watched my dad die the year the work of thirty years of my life died the year my hair started to turn grey goodbye_and_good_riddance 211231 what's it to you? who go blather from