look througha kaleidoscope and wander south to the showerwhat lie would wrap…
Sore from too many tears making footprints on my face, stung by shifting focus – or the focus was…
Forgetting was nevermy favourite pastimebut nowlike tissue wipingaway the facethe…
The death of touchwent on without a properfuneraland I can tell you there were things I wouldhave…
Yeah I’ve been sewn up into the epic of how to leave you in peacethe scurrying metrics of…
Tiny termitic backgroundscreased by the lives of insectsthe dead are around here somewhere…
This diseasethat leaps from heart to mouthscorning the articulations ofa leaving bodythis disease…