#FreeVerse
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
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