I’m ma’am alien, son
I’m the last manimal
stroke
i amplify the layered hum of the room
the whole note of frequency
a tone
dripping tiny drops of soul
into the void
for safekeeping
eventual to become
not today
dots connect
naked intent
ornamental catastrophe
fascinating decay
thought surf
the cult of susceptibility
devoted,
velcro to a shy blindside
reflex
perpetrator cookies
interstellar farmland
genocide etiquette
