was there;It was weird;Contained in wallsAnd hollows;I walked there once;It was weird;

Wi-Fi’s gone againI talk to my plants insteadthey need therapy

There is a Cheyenne word for the act  of preparing the mouth to speak  like the moment cloud guts open  above plains, before damnation floods    Hinged, beneath the softest decibels  Alzheimer smiles prevented our lips from moving    Our hearts stopped for  one thousandth of a second,  sisters...