Comments about Zoe Schwab
let's meet where forgetting happens-
at the bottom of a synaptic valley gazing up at
the white fleshy ship gliding overhead
shadow blanket mammatus
my microscopic pegasus.
somewhere in the firing
knee-deep in bent arrows
and wounded messengers
i'll wait for you here.
billions billowing pumping, legs cycling in
the torment, the nervous war
spring from one tiny cloud to the next.
shooting forward to bring us back
to where we knew we'd want to be
when the clouds' ports ...