mouse trap

while my left arm limped like a acid rinsed maulstick, the brush thistle fur stood piloerected on an enamel easel, adhesive with etiquette. as if studying a misstroke, i lowered my face to the mouse’s and heard the speedy shrieking as if i were a distant jabber on fast forward. an impression piece, this glue […]

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systems

in my system   to say something is ‘in my system’ makes me bilious like being grown in your hard cough. our body parts become animals separating into the forest. they begin the food chain and now i am in your system. for a short time, we are energy interconsumed. as the frenzy fades, i […]

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