• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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invisible cat’s cradle

i hurt myself in the shower again tonight but
there's no blood to show, flush forth the first
warning is an energy source — once an idea sits
too long it rots — fermented fragments — sonority
randomization doesn’t permit backward movement
let’s wander inside the horse’s eyeball — trace
the snowman’s scoliosis and impulsive satsumas
hardy loosed skin actions full of persimmons
not a lick of precision — scarab on my chest
whimsical phalanges are hard to handle linen
for the abdomen rush pebble cleft scallop open
the silhouette is close to the waist and flared
to fingertip lengthwise permissions to feast
rebirth a ball of dung across the sky chamber
california dreamers in acrylic string looped
in pivotal positions, sourcing synchronicity
some of these days unhinged large hoop
earrings search for venus — is she back or
black the company and the inconsolable
shares solace on coach crater i’m all chasm
and breath once i loved her like a truck
driver loved the night if a paradigm shifts
let's wander into the horse's eyeball — terra
cotta is porous clay that hardens in sun
one two snap back blunts rolled money
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invisible cat’s cradle

inclined funk means after hours smudges
lazily i clean myself to nurse this pain by
default there’s no water to wash this hurt
on partial bridge meet shaken unstirred
when the tenant becomes the apartment
unpack usable contents — free to perverse
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