to take this shape, imagine kneeling down
inside of yourself
yr last letter soured my milk as offerens to the faeries were scant. honey only attracted flys, meat druin bears close to my house.
even the snow / has barbs / dmitri / if you invert our bed / sheets you make another / cavern
Morning above your mattress. Air conditioner hum. Noir shadows to the popcorn ceiling.
behold sludging up the desert
boulevard a bus with its sole passenger
i jacked off to DMs from J talking about kink
The Operator sewed a mouth. I don't know the woman whose mouth it was, but I know she was chalky and hollow in all the ways I had once wished to be.
Spill onto me
did you get magic growing up?
Don't cry to them when your chair breaks under you.