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stay inside, and make this everything. |
dribbling and dividing. split violent scented ink all over my slippers and the floor. it seeps in, stinks. |
she called herself cara mia, barely glimpsed the fleeting |
have never seen the mouse i can hear and wonder is it is some other sort of creature. a lobster in a diamond necklace. |
drifting, eavesdropping on a mouse scurrying inside the walls, the cats without in a whirlwind from room to room, stirring up dust |
weaves quiet normal, begin to wind atmosphere of horror |
unsleepable, writing grocery lists |
as thin as fraud. |
splitting sunflower seeds and preparing to carry my pumpkin 16 city blocks |
pomegranate = nest of jewels |
lolitas blown this way and that by the shimmering wind through imaginary streets |
that feeling of being caught in a photographic negative |
her whiteness is what i coveted the most. i dream of scraping it from the underlying flesh |
the vertigo lasts only a moment, then reason resolves it into a conceptual unity |
where will i put my petticoat? it surges like a black sea. |
my petticoat is waiting at union station. |
i've violet scented ink under my fingernails |
her knuckles showed white |
what the heck |
unfortunate tripping all over everything. |
