hi chris

I am like an
animal converging
conversing
on a cold trail
scented
with warm breath
and smoke

kelly

JD Salinger
his unseen work
locked behind the thick steel door of a safe,
inside an isolated house in a remote woods,
creations that could be some of the greatest
works of literature
born only on his passing

one weeks silence
broken like fragile
windowpanes
condensation in the brutal
cold

who gets your soul
when the click
of the shutter
turns into
1's and 0's

last summer
I sat and ate hotdogs
feeling uncomfortable
swatting mosquitoes
and making conversation