- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
pancake
that pimple on the chin? comes with a trigger you can push from the outside in makeup forever, pancake, foundation - what a lark!! cover-up like butter pooled in the late morning of a southern hemisphere's day
collage skin. bladder lamp. macrame muscle
two cotton eyelids and a beard floating like a man leaving his wife like East Coast Swing in the bottom of a glass as the whole world watches like pieces of a young girl's togs, wet and defiant with meaning
limbs and brains limbs and brains into a sea so green it doesn't stop churn pool of remembering and thunder
clap hands, clap the silence, the pancake applied for one last time at the end the end of us the end of you the end of the end as we crouched under the water together not even glancing,
sleepy streets. burnt bridges. knitted tomorrows unpicked
moon song pimple, pancake dripping
small and so big