🌒🔥shem🔥🌘

@foolishem.bsky.social

egg artist, dog reader and avid lover he/him

I topped a tetrapak of custard, cutting the brandied card clean, I heard the sound I’d loved when young: scissors through card. Eddied yellow marrow pools at the base, I’m crossed-legged at the telly as two nice people are gluing milk lids to carton wagons on a pastel set girt by teddies, I’m calm

Thinking about how Sylvia Plath opened The Bell Jar with a reference to a highly publicised execution to provide a rough date, thinking about starting a novel with, “It was around the time that Jake Paul and Mike Tyson had that fight on Netflix.”

A plumber was on my roof the other day and he found a bunch of chicken bones. I explained a crow brings them and after it’s done with eating whatever was on it, it’d use the bones as tools to dig stuff up in the gutters.