tiny is a humming bird.

everything is passing momentous ordinary and you record some things but you don't go back and you don't necessarily retain the things you record you want to keep a record these days and other things occupy the place of missing things you go out and walk around but you wait too late the people are out you don't know if you can do people anymore you gasp in the mask and come back and breathe breathe breathe you were always something of a misanthrope caught in the anthropocene still it's a far better thing—gasp—than nothing—the alternative—nothing—no breath.