From 40c4143647d50474174ab56d3108194be7ee143c Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: hellerve <veit@veitheller.de>
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2017 17:07:48 +0100
Subject: [PATCH] felt: edited

---
 poems/felt/109.md | 8 ++++----
 poems/felt/110.md | 3 ---
 poems/felt/111.md | 8 --------
 style.css         | 2 +-
 4 files changed, 5 insertions(+), 16 deletions(-)
 delete mode 100644 poems/felt/110.md
 delete mode 100644 poems/felt/111.md

diff --git a/poems/felt/109.md b/poems/felt/109.md
index 6868f57..4731e5e 100644
--- a/poems/felt/109.md
+++ b/poems/felt/109.md
@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 in the park i saw the last tree, and i laughed at it  
 as if it was a hobo and i a cruel child.
 
-when i check the shelves i find nothing but  
-incestuous ramblings, feral.
-
-i wish myself a cockroach, for i need an excuse to drink.
+i want to sit in the grass until the ferns  
+grow through me, until my skin withers on  
+the leaves and my eyes stare up into the  
+unsetting sun, lidless.
diff --git a/poems/felt/110.md b/poems/felt/110.md
deleted file mode 100644
index da9a348..0000000
--- a/poems/felt/110.md
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1,3 +0,0 @@
-my poetic angst is leading my hand  
-away from the paper. i want to throw stones at it,  
-but it is no bird.
diff --git a/poems/felt/111.md b/poems/felt/111.md
deleted file mode 100644
index 73d7119..0000000
--- a/poems/felt/111.md
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1,8 +0,0 @@
-silver disquietude in a barrel of lead;  
-i am blisters and veins and boredom,  
-and the sun refuses to set.
-
-i want to sit in the grass until the ferns  
-grow through me, until my skin withers on  
-the leaves and my eyes stare up into the  
-unsetting sun, lidless.
diff --git a/style.css b/style.css
index 3b3e0fe..dad1682 100644
--- a/style.css
+++ b/style.css
@@ -39,7 +39,7 @@ p {
   cursor: pointer;
   font-family: 'Ingeborg-Regular';
 }
-@media all and (max-device-width: 1100px) {
+@media all and (max-device-width: 900px) {
   .poem {
     font-size: 40px;
     padding-left: 3em;