✑ A fly on a screen
bug on a window
mucous thing

in between

A finger baby inchworm
apple amplified in the dark
with eyes rolling back, how she’s pleased!

My eyes open again
and she’s in my face
The only definition that ever existed is the glint
Stars out in blue, all-time cumulus zoo

A metamorphic wet face
Selfie with nuance blowing any which way
No erasure. Only layers. Anarchy girl.
No tracking. Only changes. Butter gamer.
The only definition that ever existed was the glint

Ripe of ages
Phone apple rings
I take a bite spit the bite out and say WHO IS IT

The puzzle didn’t need to conclude firmly
tied up in hopefulness
The puzzle is a riddle with no resolve

Figurehead
She’s a wall-mounted
leader with power
and she’s a happy captive cow and resource

Scrolling amazon I hear an internal voice say where am I
Scrubbing backwards to find something,
I feel my face from the inside:
I am a scarecrow
I ward off trespassers
ragged
I’m a sensual breezeway
clenching zip ties in my fists
Anarchy and worms and alligators in an unmanned garden
Cats are the town criers
and career pagans show up
forcibly compressed like stone






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ThE BoDy iN AnD DoWn
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tHe lOuDeSt cAr i aM

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WaTeR PiPeS AnD MaIl bOxEs
BoUnCiNg oFf oF ShInY CaRs, MoToCrOsS
HoUsEs tHiNkInG OrGaSm oR PsYcHoSiS

sCrEaM To mAtCh tHe bOdY
tHe bOdY In aNd dOwN
sCrEaM To mEeT My cIrClE
mY CiRcLeS CiRcLeS CiRcLe

A cOvEn oF WiVeS
CaPaBlE AnD AsSuRiNg
RoTaTe
lIkE A PeAcH InTo aN OpEn hAnD
oNlY To hIdE AgAiN

A FlOcK Of bAtS WhIpS ArOuNd cUrVeS In a cAvE DaRkLy dEnSe
sCaLe sHiFtInG ExIsTeNcE ShE OcCuPiEs a mAsS WiTh aTtEnTiOn bEyOnD ArChItEcTuRaL cOmPrEhEnSiOn

PeAcH DrOpS
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