#FreeVerse
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
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
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
The idea that they were reenacting something which had been staged in the first place bothered her. If she wanted to go on, she’d need to ignore this limp chronology. She assumed he was...
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
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
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
