regauge those feelings.
hither, so cursed, so denim, one
jacket.
that gentle stomach. I would if it
meant joy. corners traveling, a mad ass run, it’s been ten films.
laughing over liquor, isolating
with few, dripping interior.
so exegetical, so resilient,
looking at her, right into oblivion.
it came. I knew it would leave. it
felt decent to get back at it.
purgatorial apparitions; women in
tyrannies; Muslim scholars.
the minx—the ribs in condoms, the
accident.
Red Cross; if to redeem a city; I
spoke with a Mason.
the Taoist goddess.
