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

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,

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

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

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

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…

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

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

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

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…