AUGUST
ENTRY 1: July 31. 2025 breakthrough

I watch a plane taking off
light tails like a comet
wing lights blink
making it known,
I see rats in the corners of my vision and I welcome them,
behind me, leaning, the head of an axe ready to come down,

I watch men standing afar, wrapped in their own circle and drifting towards each other, their legs hang apart and their faces meet, leaning over, they make a bridge together, for a moment,

the plane is high above me now, certain,

I have been living while imagining, a certain beach town,

distinctive in the one night we walked after dinner to the harbor, I have only a short vision of the fog running down the whole street, obscuring the lights, parking lots were silent,

Houses were milky grey but I didn't know I could speak yet. There is the question of the name of the town, or what we ate, or where we stayed, or how old we were,

I watch a certain tower far ahead of me, lights blink from the top of the spire, I sit in the grass and wait again,

I didn't remember the person who stood in the street that night, thinking of the fog coming in from the ocean, thinking of myself, and you, that night you let me go out as far as I wanted, I aim to move through,

say to the lights on the horizon, move me forward, pull me on,