oil
i am an oil pastel puffin
messy and worried
on mould made
anonymous
the world distorts
as my eyes lens wider
vertiginous
concern
for all of this
other things said
in boston i saw a bucket of individually plastic-wrapped potatoes under fluorescent lights in a shop larger than my street they were just like trees in a city park unconnected by dirt rooted alone in true dark worlds apart no mycelial network