Sweet sweat returns this November. I am indoors. The furnace is raising its voice. The back bedroom window shrivels. It has metamorphosed into the lon..
I cannot eat what eats itself. You are in no danger. I scraped you, pulled you from the clenched trachea. Watched you slither in eerie accordance with..
My heart is a bouquet aiming for the cosmos. Penetrating the stratosphere at the speed of malleable time-thing. Waiting for the awaiting door. Where u..
I am that which I once waited forStarry eyed and open palmedWhispering to some inevitable onsetof a holographic miracleto dissuade my shacklesAs I lay..