i’m the mother of all monsters
breaking news reports that this assassination was no accident. what we’re hearing is that somehow a silenced firearm with a cyanide-tipped bullet colluded with a tenth-story window to murder a prominent MP. foul play? or just a tragic accident?
in other news, we’re lying on the concrete making garbage angels.
cathedral, libido, niece glow
when you’re tired the words land right where you want them
you should see
i admit i was floating
it was a kind of toil
i was near some rocks
and they asked me why i was burrowing into the sky
i slide backwards hands spread and each puff of dust under my scuff is cartoonishly discrete and cel-shaded
i’m smooth all over like glass
a porp has a “natural or resonant frequency that can be excited by rubbing a moistened finger along its rim.”
i seem to be lasting forever
The sociable optimism of the Nazi. Nothing has changed–activists are still accused of pessimism merely for acknowledging that a problem exists.