Poetry chapbook written sometime during 2017 in a little room at 27th and Lawton by Zane Cary. Midst of a depressive episode for sure, sad cathartic , playing with intangible concepts, anthropomorphizing quiet, talkin about ghosts and getting rid of your body so slow no one notice--Just trying to be honest with self and feelings. Sharpening knives. Limited run of 15 printed or so. Put together on my Aunt Linda's birthday.
