#Americans #LanguagePoetry #Women #FreeVerse
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
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
The man slapped her bottom like a man did in a video, then he waited
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
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. *
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
