What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…

It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother

There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view

The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.