all i see are hands
to get to places, i will see flags. / my window: the bees slam and slam. / i ask the man to keep his radio loud – so that i can listen loudly! / my face, he said, is not as round as the others. i touch it to make sure. / the teeth of the rich are the first to rot.
with open arms / salzburg
life as texture; seeing as touching / salzburg
that which sustains us / obertraun
the sky did this; we still don’t know how / sils maria
i have great designs / sils maria