ad notare 6.30.26

this one for my old friend B / she wandered off feverish and zen sick / in search of searching

ad notare 6.29.26

please, Ygeorgi, please the oven leaks fresh salamanders / these currents run upriver / towards the mountains / do not adjust the pilot light

rain and Beethoven and morning coffee 
sitting in the basement
forgetting the season outside 
as long as the lights stay on