Leaking

creaking plastic camcorder tape the noise it makes red light catch up it drops up the sidewalk the sky is blue under haphazardly-scattered white veins wrapping around the entirety of everything a little less organized than the ones wiggling toward my hands (they weren’t visible, then) everything had some bright label on it the plastic seams itch my bug bites when I slip wobble wheel wing nut chlorined urine on the seat


Everdrear peacing edge between missed streetlamp frontier treeline-plotted arithmetic