(a golden shovel after INXS)
We are all secretly in love with the scent of a storm coming. the awakening of an unknown. Your
absence casts a haunt that holds me like a knife. / Every wounded beast knows / the herd moves
away from the injured / in an untraceable moment / in a silent tear down the middle. / You are
the dark corner my body belongs to. / I am the wound that waits patiently for blood to arrive / so
I wait / knowing my lineage will arrive like a sea storm. deep from my watershed. urgent & raw.