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

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

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.

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

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 doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have

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…