Under the Bashō 2017

 

open window world in shape of the mouse

 

happy meal how simple death feels

 

morning practice to stop the timepiece alarm

 

awaken in a disposable body with memory carved in the mammoth ivory

 

spring melancholy she rounded the corner of her finger nails

 

sloughs off its old skin new world in the shape of the mouse

 

passes by the door i am become digital