#Americans #LanguagePoetry #Women
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
“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.
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
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!
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
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…
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far