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

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

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

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

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

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

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

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

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

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

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