voracity
all the reaching and straining
tear in
skies and
hands, off...
loci
working phone glass mixer
set forget...
my soft-
bellied underlight
& inky ear; saran and sweat...
this [ ] i swear is real is gont again,
always moving past the slumber-burnt-in screen
strangers of my throat: cut my hair for [ ]...
rather special; sepia splotch, barn head
mottled poking through the patchwork breeze
constellations puffing flowers on the ripple...
is the
amber heart, snowy step,
match-pair fingers, mirage home...
you don't get those anymore
no word
meaning trimmed...
jitter stick up out bone
forward, sprouting,
wire teeth, knife breath...
sitting silent with you,
bathe in sunlight with you,
hear the thud and hiss again...
sliding down the seven
seven (thirty)
three? glowing laughing lines...
blurry pine
needles bit-rot
the bubbles in its stomach...