Things stuck to my mind

• Flies to honey

• How the pen is like a scalpel, the ink like ichor, and the paper a gauze lapping up the ooze. Where then is the skin of poetry? Perhaps the best ought to be bare of it, display the innards in all their gratuitous gore.

• Kamikaze connections

• Sonder, stoicism, stevia

• The impending possibility I have tinnitus

• Feeling the clay harden over the cracks, for better or for worse, accepting the heatstroke clarity.