isabel comes out to sunset beach as she does every year. we lie in my grandmother's starched sheets and hold hands and talk about death, as if tracking tides. then, in the morning, we lay on our stomachs where the waves come in and dig up little tiny shellfish.
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.