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

If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

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

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

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

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?”

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…

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…

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