i just wish i could sleep / where the wild things are

sudden detail, a tiny punch-out of lining mull. so tiny it came out a bit out of focus. (it's not something i do these days, anyway, focusing. so there you go.) sitting on my tool pouch, catching the light like some fallen astral body. are you trying to get my attention, bone folder and awl? hole puncher? needles? trying to make a point?

i doubt i'd remember how to.

do

make

bind

book