The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the periphery. Like a buzz, like an absence. Light…
If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how it was welded only to fracture at that…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the dower of that murky dream’s promise of weddings…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably doomed to repeat this facet until I get…
I have been speck. Led like white pain Ton- the cabin car Petting; you treat me. The way (I) expect, or ants piping art,…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions everlasting into the air unkempt, unspent ties to…