I’m thinking of gratitudeand in my mindjust a few images of you:your eyes in…
Crumpled disaster dystopianfulfillment, crying into the next wastebasketwet from the head…
Getting on top, folding the cardschase beginning as the voicesinks whisper profane nothings…
Glazed by midnight air and I can’t tell if time has somehow grown looser, doesn’t hold as much. The…
To the tooth, the upper palate, city of nerves and particular deterioration…
Who carries a bucket along with them for the tempering of emotion?
I sigh in a spiral, working circles around myself, blinding shadows while I whittle away at what’s left of…
