KISSING SANI (FEELS LIKE…) Witnessing a blue sunset on Mars; harvesting the notes that are impossible to sing. As natural as the gray wolf moving the moon across the sky without misplacing her howl. Like keeping company with the mouths of mermaids; a sea burial—benthic creatures peacefully encroaching. It’s like if a blue whale lost its soul mate for a decade, then when they find each other they sing & dance & the ocean tsunamis with them, saying: Look at that, their tongue prints still match. Like home home home.
