Wire by James Grinwis

(passes current from one part of circuit to another part)


It was the way the edge of the thing looked, how when we came to it there was only more it. It kept still at where we would never be like a damn eternity. Though maybe there’s an infinitesimal blip in the fabric of its resolution.

I look at the sun on the pine tree and see where the toothbrush came from, I look at the trunk in the rain and see a finback cutting the Aleutian surf, in the hole in the forest is the way someone took.