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

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—

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.

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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