Una Xoto Writing

I have burnt my face & shoulders from awkward foot travels in Tangiers & Delaware

No more dreams past these whipping fieldsno more the ocean soiled for the setting sunorchid soft plum delusion has left reliefsmeared across his face

I scattered smoke throughout her nestbooks slipped with shodding straw & discardedtissues of paperthe dormouse nosed up pieces of the skyinspec..