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?”

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!

There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

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

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

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

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

A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far

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