Mind and body worship is vicarious before conforming to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.

I kissed a cat. Once.

Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.

A sober-garish run on sentence about beach sculpture
Lay before my head cold rumbling..

My body in the language of dunes
— soba colors with melons and blues.

I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces


Of aqua and orange foam and plexiglas. A sober-garish run on sentence about beach sculpture
Lay before my head cold rumbling..

My body in the language of dunes
— soba colors with melons and blues.

I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces


Of aqua and orange foam and plexiglas.