Dylan Phipps
Walking down hill, there was a glacier here. Planting things, trees.
Will we live to sit in the shade?
Do you believe you can outrun a bull, are you faster in the mud?
Predisposition to magical thinking:
You just have to wait. All of this waiting.
Tell of your most vivid.
Enact a plague somehow.
I cannot change the space between two houses. Write a poem where every bad thing that has ever happened
to you happens in the same day. Things get worse; I love my grandpa but I don’t know how to say it.