Zodiac

gah. just realized where

tonight’s fiction

liked the

Up close

“you

see her asymmetry

wide collarbones:

hum

long

tune your voice

grey matter, her

jarchuckle

mother’s you

dough rose

time” lament

too dense

to. Here hollow

exhales

constrict,

over it,

understand

bezerk morning

whoops neglected

head responding

haha,

aw