#FreeVerse
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
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 man slapped her bottom like a man did in a video, then he waited
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
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
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…
