#FreeVerse
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
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,
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
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
The idea that they were reenacting something which had been staged in the first place bothered her. If she wanted to go on, she’d need to ignore this limp chronology. She assumed he was...
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way