push record

self-portrait [glitch], Petaluma, CA. July 2012
In a trance,
a warm winter sun
and somatic echoes
pull dreams from my bones
and the stars
become repetition compulsion—
call and response.

A gust of wind,
voices carry.
Thresholds of absence
absorb transfiguration—
artificial as divination.
Ease my thighs.
Pay attention.

Track the pattern.
It’s what is encouraged
when time does not stop.

Author: ginger k. hintz

All the suspense of being on your knees, heaven spread.

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