There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,

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

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far