MARATHON

crumbs yawning in the

bathroom going like 

this and this was

it you was it murder

like Zola or like

subtract construct

a fountain spring

floating looming

through the house

going going forth

even in the smallest

of minds is a tree 

being being

cut by you the

woman with the

shiny limbs shiny

in the dim glory

go squirrels running

vertically in the

night the villagers

hear the crackling

all