EVA HOOKER
Quiddity
Odd shaggy bits
of memory flourish & multiply
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Odd shaggy bits
of memory flourish & multiply
From an ever-greater distance
I begin to see
Like mosquitoes there is also something that flies whisper.
A stranger asked the time, clearly
we need people
to chew their food with their mouths open.
What other dreams will these landscapes inspire.
it’s terrifying to think that this sadness is original
I want to own a newsstand
small,
enough to hold the confusion of middle age.
My friend, I’d very much like to see you
Don’t make it difficult to return. Don’t make it difficult to teleport.