#FreeVerse
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…