echo

caught in the echo sleep of seventh sense hungering for October, terra-cotta rugs in the closet. the acid plastic in Turkey is the dislocation of a friend. disclosure of sharp objects, another one. a finisher to the dearest, eye socket rocked and lurching. least on the list, least deserved, the endless cat forgiveness. may i […]

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naming things

waking with drooling lateralism under a well of concussed songs and the headrest item cairn. we found coked quiescence between stolen sheets and the stuffed mouse under your grandma’s jacket in god’s original morning, the afternoon. the mouse’s name is molasses, and she has proselytism in her thin fabric paws. we gave her a name […]

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cameras quiet

we like our cameras quiet, but it is a stalking lens. to illustrate, i’ve placed a child on a tripod. the child is taken away by a public works agent and the tripod gives birth to a smaller tripod with a cyborg obstetrician taking pictures. the film of the miracle developed into glass. i put […]

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tidal dive

pushing my finger through your doorbell so long that my toenails have curled through my shoes into the welcome mat. the sea in welcome coughed a little and an excuse me echoed off marble. the title waved.   inside, the kleptocrats are losing to a foreigner, up seven percent in the polls. they have met […]

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