cooking gumbo, five
miles outside the horizon, the gut granted, the delicious cornbread, looking like
diamonds, Love came with interests.
the eyes water. i
feel you. like pain is beautiful.
speaking in tongues,
the last climax, got ghosted, fell apart at the fences.
so much to prove. so
little to exude. eating sap, sympathy, and smelling like silver—the bullet, the
fumes, granny saw vampires.
much to a trend, much
more triumphant, gripping daisies, wide awake, falling into a casket.
Love a bad as problem.
we live like mongrels, and mongooses, as separated from a cobra—the big blue
skies, it sounds too robotic.
how he caught that
case? how he walked on that case? a man without money?
back to brooks. back
to a necessary. it has become Jada’s stirring wheel, her helm, her ship. most
are passively experiencing Will’s embarrassment.
get it out the mud.
sweep the roof. heads or tails, much priority on the heaven womb. never felt
like that, so many sharks, like sex might cause losing—so detached from her
body.
too dangerous, made
into contradiction, she fell in love; the walls breaking, the Berlin pain, a
go-getter.
