We run the faucet running on the top sink.
A ready fruit greedier than the other one.
the bugs sound echo
their reign is glorious
After the kingdom was aloft in celebration,
on her mount and and and
I can remember nothing.
I wish I wished a little more
for vomit on the kitchen floor.
exposition and seraphim
the unguarded room for her
Everything was moved.
I was moved.
What we were was moved.
The only possible reconciliation
is partial and removed
the present is an argument
(often a fistfight)
between the future and the past
I am their broken teeth
on the rubber mat of me
winter'd cigarettes
"Why did you put your clothes on?"
"I am cold."
"So am I, so? So come over."
dogs kicked out of thumping rooms
reasonable hostility to blinking voyeurs
I would go back, I would
But it is all mush
And I am the mush master.
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