ohio from the fleeting

83 ohio from the fleeting Gabrielle Jesiolowski we followed railroad tracks, divinations, canal ways leading away from the highways ohio usually the grave rubbings or low sheds first into sight & as a child i did not learn to paint my mother drew the spine of an urchin from ohio you lose your body the memory of hands becomes a collective memory hidden inside the organs of churches: the boy would fast and rarely come out from behind the organ another choked himself between the wood slats of the pavilion quiet was invaded with trumpets dragged through the earth, that kind of a sound would keep you up ohio it was a tornado that never touched but slowly eyed the land walking through corn for deities, for cities ...