the platitudes of willful resemblance

I prefer an easterly sun before I go to bed.

I prefer a smashed finger before a project is finished.

I prefer coffee hot.

I prefer sex sweaty.

I prefer a major fourth under a sharp sixth.

I prefer to lie on my back in the gutter, looking out to the stars.

Cassiopeia

Ophiuchus

Ursa minor

these are things of dreams and sailor visions

– Hoc scripsi