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

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

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

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

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

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

If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

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

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

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

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