Sometimes it feels like it used to rain
I can feel torrents plowing me into the wrong
lane as I float past cars
And people cheering? No, wait, yes, I’m
floating past you
And snow, don’t let me tell you about snow.
Chant chigata-chunk for an hour and tell me what it evolves into.

Story’s knot—
over-ly tangled
against something
held steady…
Find your unintended experiment.
So … I’m going through five notebooks looking for the latest version of Yellow Clay because, apparently I never transcribed it. I couldn’t find an acceptable version, but found some interesting notes and this fun diagram I doodled out to help me get to know the darling.