New Orleans

some people are vessels for multiplicity

while others have edges more bound,

insides more like solid rubber

here where people paint their porch ceilings

blue, a heavy fruit tree

water damage

I can zone out on something imperfect

but sometimes I get the feeling

my brain is turning into one flavor of mush

tears fill my face in a balloon way

and so I breathe instead of cry

a few warm days of winter make a year a bag

collapsed

something was new,

an exception to the rule

account for your baseline because

the rest is random
icing, nothing