1/9/2020

D i g g e r 

Yellow bones hinging, you go up, I go down. Uprooting earth's gravity. This body yields and listens.

Hair and grass play tangle with the wind.

Machine-animal beings are mediated through young trees.

We're all on edge here, biding time and glancing away.

Solace in the sea.

Let's go down, down through the ground.