Preston+McCullough


 * local mom discovers 10 fool-proof tips to lower cholesterol **

trees will remain trees sky, sky. i will love, regardless of where i am. whether birds are chirping, or days prolong longing or swift clevermouths feed and sleep into dreams, sweetwords

i want easy. riverstones as currency. a placid pond for boulder-skipping. free as Summer, mapless, without utterance

a consensual sense of //being//

the process of aspiring sayers becoming silent sayers


 * forestfire **

I’d like to find and kiss the one who planted first seeds to grow the streetlights

I’d take you to high places so we could watch them as they thrive and we burn out

// (does it bother you that something as simple as light will outlive us?) //


 * Blue **

I dream because I can't help but feel

(subsidiary to my current state)

you say love because of the way it tastes in your mouth and rests there. Its sweetness and pulse and consumption. Its inevitable death. ..

and //dying//, I suppose--

I’m cutting my arms and legs off and you’re watching

a flicker, just a flicker I am