*

claude gives me the death stare. polaroid spectra & iphone

I am the wrinkled red skin of a too-ripe tomato
I am the dawn chorus
I am winters memory of green
I am the nikau canopy
I am the well of grief
I am the friendship that no longer serves you
I am the arms of the mother
I am barbecued lamb
I am the long tail
I am the discount coupon
I am motel rooms, rented by the hour
I am midnight rendezvous
I am a bright red convertible
I am the last of my kind
I am the tawny owl
I am green paint
I am the open door
I am beach-side property, calling your name
I am falling in love again, as if for the first time
I am absurdity
I am here
I am nowhere