i cut my finger
on a loaf
of bred

Asuguo

how can an animal
drink this water and
still need a virus to die

Asuguo

climbing a little
in altitude makes all signs
of spring disappear

Asuguo

an indian woman
scratching ice from the windshield
of her car

Asuguo

it's not the speed, it's
the effort I need to reach it
that's annoying

Asuguo

could my
words count
any less

Asuguo

a little excercise
feels like two hearts
pumping in my chest

Asuguo

runners end
hibernation earlier
than bikers

Asuguo

there are
parts of jesus
behind my bed

Asuguo

the remains
though never alive
look very dead

Asuguo